Jordan awakened slowly in her own bed, dry sweat covetring her body, whiel dry cum covered her thigs. She hears Miri  close and she looks to her, feeling exhausted physically, mentally and spiritually, yet she nods. "I... I think so."<br/><br/>Slowly, as Miri closes to her, she sits and bend her legs toward herself, covering her smaller breasts, trembling with shame and blushing when Miri mentions how the lamia fight mistress used and abused her. "Well, yeah. I suppose that would happen again if we are not careful... that means we need to win against this girls and whatever they sent against us."<br/><br/>She turns Miri and hugs her, the strain of the last days and how they had taken advantage of her both in the arena, the baths and the training grouinds having bent her will almost to the strain, yet having a friend and familiar face with her, for much selfish as it sounds, kept her sane. She wants to sob, not just because of the situation and what they had done to them, but the feeling of degradation... but she knows that if she begins she might as well not stop, and she can't leave all the burden to Miri. Instead she keepss trying to be strong, her breasts brushing against Miri's. "Thanks for caring, but you should not worry too much, we are in the same rough boat my dear friend."