"You seem almost happy," she says, after a few minutes. "It's nice. I like it."<br/><br/>They travel for most of the day, stopping at a traveler's site, to camp for the night. As Mirada moves out into the woods, looking for wood for the fire, he'll sense more than hear someone lurking behind him, a fair distance back, and out of immediate reach.<br/><br/>If he looks behind him, he'll see a rather startling sight; a face he first saw, a couple weeks ago... when she fled from the dungeon he freed her from. The succubus stands there, about thirty feet back, in her natural form, wings folded in tight behind her, tail lashing back and forth, wearing clothing that's quite obviously too small for her, and looks to be straining to the point of about to burst. She does not look happy, and it looks to be directed at him.