Keeping a dignified front, when clearly disconcerted with the sudden shifting of the magical garment.    Wahida listened with hope then dismay as right now she could not claim this town as a home.   Not yet,  through the prospect of changing this   is quite bleak.<br/><br/>Something else also is happening.  When Jonna looked at her.   Drinking in her beauty with his gaze.   It brought a tingling across her skin.   A feeling of power coursing into her.<br/><br/><em>"It is magical the garment Jonna.   I suspect that it was not intended to be given to me.   I hardly suspect my cruel mother would give me anything that might aid me.   Through it seems to have a life and direction of its own.  I did not will it to change like this."</em><br/><br/>She pause for a second and move over to sit  where he had set out her portion of the stew.   Right now with only the pink berries in her belly.   The stew smelled like the best thing she ever had.   Through she wanted to immediately dive into the stew,  she pause and would continue to speak to Jonna.<br/><br/><em>"Things look bleak then.   I am not deluded to think I can survive.   That girl Miraka she didn't,  my sister failed misablerly in her survival.  I don't want to follow her path her end destination."</em><br/><br/>With that she could not hold off any longer.   The lust, arousal and tingle of power from exposing herself to Jonna.    All of it is pushed back as she grabs up the eating utensil and begins to eat.