Felicity cringed away from the other woman's mouth and tongue as much as Brom's tight grasp allowed, with a mewl of protest that became a horrified squeal at the 'mare's words. "Oh gods, no! Don't touch me, don't you DARE to touch me again!" She flare out in panic, struggling and twisting against the grasp that kept her from putting distance between herself and this unnatural creature in the shape of a woman that seemed to actually SEEK the touch of the Baronet's mount.