Marissa lays there, watching with wide and fearful eyes and listening to what this woman tells her.  She shivers when Naiobe tells her how close she came to... her mind balks, not quite ready to process just what would have happened.  Laying there, her breathing is steadier now and while she's still frightened, her heart no longer feels like it's going to burst free of her chest.<br/><br/>She can't help but gasp at the touch of the ice, hissing and biting down on her lower lip.  She really can't help but obey, bound as she is but she tries to keep from flinching what little she could.  And the cold does numb the pain, making it easier to lay still for Naiobe.<br/><br/>The dryad watches it all and smiles when her Mistress looks over.  She's not jealous that this pale girl is getting her Mistress' attention but neither is she sympathetic.  It's as Naiobe has said, if she had not taken a fancy to the girl, she'd be suffering beneath the hounds and at the hands of men.  The dryad looks to her Mistress, waiting for her command.<br/><br/>The girl shivers as the ice cools her and leaves cold water on her skin.  Her mind is spinning, soaked with sensations and trying to make sense of what's happening to her.