<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b3/Alyssa.jpg)</div><strong>Alyssa</strong>(http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=91076)<br/><hr/>Alyssa leaned into Norton when he helped her as Thalya helped Al'Rhayel.  The strength in her legs were coming back slowly, but the ache was still there between her legs and the feel of his muscular body holding her up made her want to slump into his arms.  She had to be strong.  She had to be, for Al'Rayel, for Norton, for the crew....for herself.  Her stomach was tying up in knots at his touch, still unsatisfied and wanting him to touch her, wanting him inside her; but at the same time the thought of sex was revolting, not with him, but with anyone, sex in general.<br/><br/>She looked at Norton as he held her and noticed something wrong.  "Is there something the matter?" she asked him?  "Did something happen up top?  Were you held helpless too?"  But just as she said that, the laughter and voice drifted through the cabin.  As it did and based on what it said, Alyssa stood up straight and drew her sword, looking around.  But as she did, she stumbled back into Norton's strong arms.