(OOC: Excellent post Nom)<br/><br/>Chloe swallowed, and it felt like swallowing broken shards.<br/><br/>She said she didn't want a wife. Just friends ?<br/><br/>The sorceress clenched her teeth biting away frustration and removed her hand seeing the rogue asleep. It was said, still all aspects of its meaning wasn't clear in the least. The sorceress felt a fool to talk of it when obviously Sethi needed sleep, still regrets of the past only bring more frustration.<br/><br/>She seemed so peaceful, her eyelids fluttering to some dream only she would be aware of, such a shame lust for her didn't end with words of friendship. As if to highlight he fact a pulse from Chloe's hips echo'd along her lengths causing a wave in the robes about them. None were there to see it but still it reminded Chloe of one thing. Why would Sethi want a freak like Chloe anyway ? Some fantasy of mens to have her own form, but in practice it felt a mocking joke on her in some regards.  No doubt Aodh would share that view or worse.<br/><br/>Chloe toyed with Sethi's hair absent mindfully then positioned it neatly about her torso. A single soft pat to Sethi's chest was accompanied by a kiss to the rogues forhead.<br/><br/>"Oh you will be the sweet end of me Sethi" Chloe murmured sadly before leaving her be as quietly as she could.<br/><br/>One hour passed as the sorceress stared at the rouge and more thoughts than the sorceress had fingers danced on her mind. Slow breathing of the very fit saw Sethis bust rise and fall with each breath. Stirrings made Chloe reposition herself several times but eventully the effort to try and sleep again after a recent nap failed.<br/><br/>Carefully the sorceress retrieved her crossbow and when outside the sleeping quarters sat with her back against the wall. Slowly the hooded sorceress reloaded the strange contraption with plain bolts tipped with black pearly vials of oil and grease.