Merame didn't even try resisting at this point.  She was too...whatever she was now, to even think of trying.  She just let Yifa hoist her up, her head tilting into Yifa's side.  She was indeed a bit sore, as Yifa had thought, an expectation only reinforced by how tightly she was squeezing her legs together.  The Terrestrial Exalt remained quiet for the whole trip back, and even for a little bit after Yifa was done speaking to her.  "No, I don't feel okay...but I assume I will be, in some time.  And no, I'm not too cold, but I would like to have something to wear..."  That brought Yifa to the question of what she was going to allow her little Terrestrial trollop to keep.  There had been quite a nice array of equipment that she had been carrying with her.  Yifa couldn't use the weapons, but there was more than just that in her pile.  Of course, there was the matter of what she was going to be given to wear.<br/><br/>She sat up, drawing her legs up closer to herself, wrapping her arms around them.  "What happens to me now?"  She asked the now much more human Yifa.  Merame had hoped that with all this that had been going on, she had proven that she wasn't one of the Realm's Dragonblooded.