A shudder runs through the mage-woman's body as she feels her lover's lips caress her "dirty" hole, and she resolves to let her lover have her own fun there later... she does have another fun little spell she's been dying to test out. And when she feels the woman's lips and teeth teasing the smooth, pale skin of her right cheek... well, it's all she can do not to just pin her lover down and take her again, watch be damned.<br/><br/>But the moment passes, and her lover dutifully reminds her of their... well, duty. With a sigh, the witch woman straightens up, letting her finger trace the rough area of the mark. Let the locals think what they will of that. Hell, they might think her some sort of "escort" for her lover, at this rate... but of course, the two women know better. And Sheraile knows that her abilities work best when they're being underestimated.<br/><br/>"I suppose you're right, love." She walks over and reaches up to brush the last hint of tears from her lover's eyes, and motions towards the door. "After you."<br/><br/><hr/><br/>As the two make their way to the wall overlooking the worldwound, Sheraile can't help but feel disappointed. It's just so... empty, and so damned quiet. At least, it is by the inn. As the two of them get closer to the wall, they run across a stream of soldiers. Some, with dark circles under their eyes, seem to be coming off of the watch... and others, grim determination in their eyes, seem to be going on.<br/><br/>And ahead of them, standing with her heavy sword slung across her shoulders, is the captain.<br/><br/>"OI!" The brown-haired woman practically spits the word, her face coloring at the witch's clear lack of anything resembling military "discipline" in this situation. It's enough to make Sheraile giggle and grin; clearly, the woman doesn't realize that calling attention to it only makes her subordinates more and more aware. The soldier woman's attention quickly turns to Aquila, and her body language quickly becomes guarded and angry. "You two really don't have a damned clue, do ya?! You show up for a watch, without armor... hell, your little whore friend shows up without clothes!"