Miaren watches Fern go over the wall, holding her breath for a moment as the other woman disappears from sight.  After that tense moment, she turns her attention - most of it, anyways - toward the blank expanse of wall, waiting for a sign that it was safe for her to come along.<br/><br/>The song of the potions weaves through her body, however, echoed in the thrumming of the eggs inside her.  It guides her fingers to run softly over the nearby flank, much like she would gentle a horse.<br/><br/><em>He wants to protect me,</em>she thinks, not noticing that the griffon has ceased to be an 'it' in her mind - or that a soft heat is beginning to gather in her folds.