<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/73/Sumara2.jpg)</div><br/>Sumara felt the glow of delight and excitement as Atraea returned her tentative kiss with one bolder and more passionate. In the matriarchal society of the Drow relationships between those of her own sex were far from uncommon. Indeed with Dark Elven males generally holding lowly positions it was often such alliances that shaped the convoluted struggle for power and dominance in the underdark society. Sumara's enjoyment of the moment was brief as Atraea winced painfully, reminding the Drow that her companion had suffered her ow wounds during the brief skirmish.<br/><br/>Requesting Sumara's aid in tending her wound the cleric unbuckled her armour and removed her shirt. The arrow had torn a gash in Atraea's side, skidding along her ribs rather than piercing directly and lodging. Sumara took the bandages and the salve and cleaned the wound as best as she was able. Applying the bandages the rogue cupped Atraea's breast and lifted the warm rounded flesh so she might wrap the bandage around the Elven cleric's body unhindered.<br/><br/><em>"I was h-hoping this could wait until we got back to the inn,"</em>Atraea noted as Sumara worked.<br/><br/>"Treating our wounds or showing me your breasts?" Sumara asked mischievously with a grin.