Yulia flashes a smirk at Lissa as she lets Galathiir take her plate.  "If you'd learn to stop hurrying everywhere, you might enjoy taking your time a little more."  While she can understand her companion's desire to get everything packed up and ready, she doesn't want to clean up and get dressed only for all that work to be undone; her gear isn't going anywhere, anyway.  Rising, she meets Galathiir's eye and beckons with a turn of her head.  "No need to hide in the cave anymore with the sun out, is there?"<br/><br/>In view of the spot Margo's picked for the cookfire, a large, flat rock rests against the slope of the hill, under a gap in the foliage that lets sunlight stream through.  Yulia turns to head for it, swaying her hips as she goes.  Seating herself on the edge, she lies back and spreads her legs, letting her hand fall between them.  For a moment, she closes her eyes, sighing contentedly as she runs a fingertip along her lips, just brushing her clit.  Turning her head without sitting up, she gives Galathiir another teasing look, her invitation clear.  Seeing that Lissa is already heading back to start packing, and Margo seems busy cleaning up, she catches Adrian's eye with the same silent message--wouldn't want him to feel left out.