Sensing that he had her near a breaking point Drizzt stopped. He'd only hit her 12 times but she was unused to any kind of pain. He was markedly impressed however. She had not cried out a single time. She was immensely brave. Seeing her hanging there at the end of her ropes, almost broke his heart. She was a worthy enemy.<br/><br/>He stepped forward to unshackle her. First her ankles, she felt his firm grasp on her dainty bones momentarily as he unlocked the shackle for each foot. Then her hands, catching her in his strong arms as she collapsed. He carried her to the bedding where he laid her down.<br/><br/>The aphrodisiac he'd put into the water she had just drank should be reaching peak effectiveness by now. Every sensual feeling would be amplified to her. Her wounds would be extra sensitive causing her discomfort but the sensations would be deadened somewhat, so they would become a dull ache rather than a sharp pain.<br/><br/>Drizzt retrieved a bowl of water he'd set aside and set about washing away the blood and cleaning the cuts caused by the whip. The cool water dripped down her sensitive skin relieving her pain. He then cracked open a pot of salve which he very very carefully applied to her whip wounds. He moved with a sensual grace trying to maximize the amount of relief she felt from his attentions. It was a fast acting enchanted salve which soon sealed up her cuts and sent a soothing feeling through her body.<br/><br/>The combined effect was enough to give her a bit of delirium. Intense pain followed by soothing relief, both applied by the same person. He asked her questions again. His mouth down by her ear, his breath falling on her senstive folds of ear flesh.<br/><br/>"How many soreceres does you King have with him? Are there conflicts within the court? How many soldiers does he have? How is the army being supplied? Tell me and I can make more of these pleasureable feelings stay. Tell me not and I fear I must put you back up in the chains."