Yumilia cooed softly, her eyes still closed, and smiled like a cat stretched out in the sun. She giggled when Freya seemed to be getting a little too friendly, her hands lingering in various places, and taking the girl's wrist, she gently moved her hand to one of Yumi's leathery wings, indicating that they needed cleaning too.<br/><br/>"So, you mentioned someone earlier... um, "The Mistress"?", Yumi began, "Who is she? The one in charge of this town?"