If Lynn was at all bothered by Lorelei requesting she speaks outloud, she doesn't show it.  A vague smiling shape comes to her face at the mention of copious amounts of spooge; perhaps even when not in the midsts of an incredible burst she still has a bit of bottled lust for the bard.  All she gives back though is a nod and a promise of, "Yes, quietly and carefully."<br/><br/>As Lorelei begins to stroll into the jungle, Lynn follows close behind doing her very best to be silent.  The wet, sticky elemental and ooze cum remains a bother for the bard, nearly sticking her legs together, running slowly between her breasts, and otherwise just a constant reminder of why she has to clean off.  She thinks as she walks of ways to find some fresh water, a way to get a quiet moment to wash off.  A conversation with a river nymph comes to her mind, a little song detailing the plants that tend to surround streams; and a fine traveling song as well.<br/><br/>As she begins going through these plants, she spots a nearby patch, an opportunity to follow them arising.<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/39/00/ef/3900ef0d03c2e0018657f9a53e63c3b5.jpg)</div>Assuming, of course, that she follows this, Lorelei finds a tiny little stream, barely a trickle, but fresh and sweet.  Lynn perks up slightly as she dips a toe into the water and points upstream, "This way."<br/><br/>Soon the two come to a small pond, fresh rushing water and a flowing waterfall all surrounded by thick jungle.  Jungle that would be perfect for someone to hide in... But things are so quiet here.  Who would even be around?