"How am I supposed to know?" Rimeera asked, shrugging slightly. "Ah, well."<br/><br/>But when they finally reached the camp, she carefully restrained the drow in her wagon, then slowly, carefully left. And she found a place to hide behind a tree as she closed her eyes and began to shake as the memories came back. The pain of her deflowering...the pleasure that she took in spite of that...and what had happened afterward. Slowly she began to shake, and tears began to fall...but Rimeera refused to make a sound, refused to let others know that she was breaking down now.