"R-right!" She gives you one last sheepish grin, and starts to re-don her robes, cowl, and veil- taking a moment, first, to cast a mending spell that causes the tears in the fabric to melt back together like flowing water. By her aura of magic fades away, the vestments look as good as new. "I think I'm ready..."<br/><br/>So, the two of you begin to make your way up the hills... and up, and up some more. Even keeping a steady pace, and navigating the valleys between hills when you can, it takes forever to make good progress. And the path is particularly taxing for your companion... by mid-day, she's removed the cowl and veil, and by mid-afternoon she's actually stripped bare to the waist, walking beside you in naught but her skirts, the heavy veil hanging down between her breasts.<br/><br/>By mid-afternoon, you've probably covered about ten miles... but it looks like you're going to have to stop a little while before you can cover more. When you find a suitable place to stop for a few moments, the sylph practically collapses against a shady tree.<br/><br/>"Sorry... Lisra..." She pants, brushing sweat from her brow. "I don't... often have cause... to go mountaineering."