Faeryma let out a sigh of relief as she somehow managed to cross the bridge safely. For a few precarious moments there she was almost sure that she would fall. Her heart was still beating fast from the harrowing crossing and the sight of the pretty elf with huge tits certainly didn't calm the witch down any. She could feel her member throbbing as it stood at attention and poked out conspicuously from beneath the hem of her dress. Her stomach growled, reminding her that she hadn't had anything to eat other than a mouthful of the lust fruit, and whatever nutrition there she had most certainly already burnt off in the aftermath. "Actually, no, we haven't eaten," she approached the elf with a friendly smile to show she meant no harm. "I'm Faeryma and this is Merric."