<em>I don't know.  Where is Drakyn?  I wont tell you what to do.  Just, don't get us killed?  Please?</em><br/><br/>Her mental plea plunging through the bond made stronger by the touch of a hand, still sticky with the evidence of Miaren's release, on her arm.  The work continuing on the other woman's breasts draw her eyes for just a moment before looking away, embarrassment for her companion flooding the bond before she can stamp hard, desperate in her attempt to prevent her own feelings from impeding.<br/><br/>Ice upon her spinal cord.  Adamion's words bearing down the icy touch of fear, much akin to the fear she felt battling the creature in the cave though more intimate, more immediate.   Her blood slowed as a frozen river though her flesh bringing with it the attendant shivers.  Trying desperately to still her body Fern's mind again reaches for Miaren.<br/><br/><em>Do as he says.</em>