Scent, taste, and the swelling warmth of the two potions take hold of Miaren's senses.  The fact that she is licking it off of<em>someone</em>starts to fade from importance as her tongue dips lower, teasing drops of the citrusy fluid from Fern's outer folds.<br/><br/>At about that time, though, she hears Fern cry out.  She hasn't seen what Adamion is doing behind the half-elf, and fears not only that the sound will result in further consequences, but also that it is a result of the licking.<br/><br/>No words come through the mental link, though.  Worry comes through.  Soothing concern comes through.  And all that time, Miaren's tongue continues to wash away that strange, invigorating liquid.