"Well, yes...but, when I look in a mirror, I don't..."  She tried to explain.  "I don't know how to explain..."  Maybe Samea did.  She was a veritable gold mine of information when it came to anything that dealt with Creation.  "I don't see what you do.  That's as best as I can sum it up."  She felt herself pushed off the bed, and she picked up the little blue garment, sliding herself into it.  Yes, Yifa had made an excellent choice.  Daring without complete immodesty, it made her look like a very pretty, confident girl more than a simple whore.  There was that tantalizing factor to her, but it was caused just as much by what<em>wasn't</em>seen as what was.<br/><br/>"You're...going to Whitewall?  I suppose then that must mean that I will have to come with you."  That wasn't a problem, she had to go in the general direction of Whitewall, herself.  If she was lucky enough, she might be able to find a way to complete her mission, or at least contact the soldiers in Cherak, to let them know what had happened.