<strong><em><span class="bbc_u">Fern</span></em></strong><br/><br/>The feel of Draque at her back gives Fern some comfort, she wasn't alone in this as so often was the case in her nightly escapades.  The knowledge brought a degree of relaxation to otherwise wire tight muscles, his softly whispered words carrying a sense of camaraderie unaccustomed.  Reliance upon her own skills so highly ingrained into her, the need to trust now completely foreign.<br/><br/>Rotations of hand upon her belly slowly bringing her back to his chest, with a need to curl up and hide within his arms.  Could she trust enough?  Just enough to get them out of this?  Hand traveling down caressing between her thighs sends shivers through her, her being tightening again as her breath stops but a moment, holding herself tight, so tight.  A small tremor rumbling through her core.<br/><br/>This made no sense, none of it.  She was only to find the women and return them.  A good bit of coin for her efforts to bring a bit of food and shelter to those who needed it.  That made sense.  That she understood.  This.  This place.  This situation.  Completely outside her being.<br/><br/>"It's our only chance."  Fern repeated in a near silent whisper, her words gauged without thought only for Draque's ears, hands on her hips holding her firmly in check.  With the barest nod she takes up the leather straps, her face, neck and breasts flushing with crimson as she slowly drops the cloak.  Unbuckling the left over bits of leather from the tattered remains she slips into the straps starring unblinking at the cave entrance, enticing but unapproachable far above.<br/><br/><br/><br/>