<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/RoDooxQ.jpg)</div><br/>While Pipa was certainly surprised by Pellen's intense, gushing orgasm, it hadn't been exactly shocking. She yawned, then rubbed the sleep from her eyes, “No, Pellen.  You don't have to worry or apologize on my account.”<br/><br/>“And, I think Eren is probably more inclined to worry about what you think of her,” she added, before brushing a dark lock of hair away from the woman's face, frowning as she looked for a moment at her scar. Eren began to stir, and Pipa popped up on her elbow to lean over and wake her with a kiss, simultaneously grabbing her ass and squeezing playfully with her free hand.<br/><br/>“Good morning!” she exclaimed, feeling in high spirits and good company.<br/><br/>The remainder of their trip stayed true to form, and Pipa set aside her dreadful curiosity over where they were going until they were nearly to the Temple of Cyril. On the last morning of their journey she found herself wishing for another hundred bumpy miles, just to put it off a little longer. She scolded herself for wanting to shirk her responsibility, even if briefly.<br/><br/>Her companions noticed her leave half of her breakfast on her plate, an unprecedented event.  And she noticed their moods also change that morning of their pending arrival.