<em>The paladin gasps suddenly, and her grasp weakens, her awareness of her surroundings, and even the wailing, suddenly numbed and shaken by the vision. What could it mean? Just an illusion? But, then, wouldn't it have lasted more than that split-second? She could have resisted it, but, then, wouldn't she have seen it for an illusion. An involuntary shudder grasps her, and she's painfully aware of the sudden dampness between her thighs, and horrified at the implications.<br/><br/>She clutches the nymph even closer now as she flies, hoping desperately that the nymph won't see or understand what's going on in her head, as stupid as even the thought seems to her as her cheeks flush with shame. Trying to hide what just happened as best she can, she nods rapidly, recalling the fey's question.<br/><br/>"That might be best. We want to get to the source of this as soon as we can, after all..."</em>