Lauralana does note his stare, does note the lengthened erection and she does try not to hold him in a negative light because of it. It was hard though, not to speak harsh words at him, to resist the urge to lash out because she could not cover herself, could not cover her shame.<br/><br/>She was doing all she could to hide particularly the smooth mound at the apex of her thighs, the minute amount of moisture built from the constant stimulation of the ring in her nub. She gulps back a sob, and though her cheeks flush, she drags her eyes away from him and lands upon the charred remains of Anna who was seemingly enjoying the two still mostly sane-beings.<br/><br/>"No. I could not have known it was the shadow....but I should have recognized the warnings that something was amiss..." Her words were almost distracted, her mind trying to catch the fleeting thoughts but the insistant burn from the rings making it hard to focus.<br/><br/>"I...I don't know what else we can do Tristan...I am afraid things ...look very bleak.." She edged the words slightly, not wanting to admit defeat, but not wantinghim to enter what would very likely be the last phase of his brief, short life without being prepared in some form.