As the citrus taste fades, Miaren shivers, feeling Fern's hands being moved closer to the desperate heat below her waist.  Her head turns to follow the brush of female flesh against her cheek as their shoulders come even.<br/><br/>She wants to be touched.  Her attempt to ease their situation by being compliant has given the potion more of a foothold, even if she is just as worried as her companion by its effect.  She can no longer pretend that everything will be alright, but she nuzzles against Fern nonetheless, trying to offer comfort.<br/><br/>Words have failed her.  She remembers them, but the heat has made them too much of an effort to form.  She answers Fern's scream with a despairing whine of her own, letting warm breath spill over the breast against her lips.