Methuseld dug herself out a large piece of dried salted meat, stared at it hungrily, and walked over to turn a large boulder into her makeshift chair. Tearing at dinner like a predator after a gruesome hunt, she made round-ish piece of meat as large as her face disappear in no more than a minute, tops, which was impressive given how much jaw strength was actually required to chew one of the things. The being, part woman and part something-else-vaguely-related-to-Dean-in-some-way, had a serious bite.<br/><br/>Aza asked about how long they'd have to go, and Ravishing felt something inside her pipe up. It was Methuseld, no doubt. She searched the possessed woman's knowledge of the region before realizing she shouldn't have even felt Methuseld at all, so soon! But the feeling was weak, like fire attempting to catch on wet wood.The woman definitely wasn't ready to take back control yet, and Ravishing would be damned if she let it go so quickly. She hadn't even gotten laid yet! Let alone murdered more people.<em>No, you stay put for now!</em><br/><br/>Back to the matter at hand now. "Yes, he's right," Ravishing piped up, having salvaged Methuseld the General's thorough studies of the maps of the region. "Two and a half days, give or take, depending on the time we make. The are two towns, little hamlets, that have wells for us to replenish our water. We'll get to the first one tomorrow night, so we won't have to do... this," she ended, with a note of disgust as she glanced around. She seemed to have a bit of Aza's spoiled side in her as well. After all, what harm did it do to enjoy the finer things in life??<br/><br/>She noticed Donovan hadn't eaten, and after his proclamation that he'd sit first watch, she rolled her eyes.<em>What a gentleman; what a noble soul!</em>She thought with a not insignificant amount of sarcasm. People like that actually existed? Why??? Either he had a dark side or she had no idea how he survived for as long as he did. Oh wait... he<em>did</em>have a dark side. Ha! That explains it. Dark Methuseld or Ravishing stretched out on her boulder with a contented sigh, sleek feline body draped luxuriously on the flat hard surface. She gave a thought to removing her armor, since after all she needed to sleep somehow, but that could come later.<br/><br/>That, or pure coincidence, seemed to earn her the attention of the knight in shining armor once again. He offered to heal her sunburn. She looked at him with a raised eyebrow from her redoubt on the boulder, and sighed. She couldn't deny that the burn was bothersome, and she also couldn't deny that she was very attracted to both of her companions. Anything she could do to get closer to them physically was worth it, in her book. "Do your worst," she let out with faux resignation to her fate, and sprawled out on the slab of rock like a slab of meat, dark hair pooled around her like rolling midnight hills of silk. Her body, slightly pink though it was, beckoned with effortless strength. Muscle and soft skin married in utmost harmony, both form and function directed by a hidden genius of a conductor. "I'm dangerous," it seemed to say, "but may not for you - maybe you're welcome any time," it whispered, to anyone that would look.<br/><br/>"Well, what are you waiting for?"<br/>