<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/51/Safiya_resized.png)</div><strong>Senna Etheran</strong><br/><br/>Senna raises an eyebrow at Celeste. Does the girl not know who she<em>is</em>?<br/><br/>"We can call that plan B," she says. "We should go to the river anyway, though. Cleaning up will make it harder for the wolves, er, wolfmen to track us, I hope."<br/><br/>Gathering up their shattered clothes and armor into a bundle, she bites her lip considering the fallen Tashiel and trying to figure out how to transport her. Finally she decides, and with a nod of her head she gathers up the fallen Tashiel and slings her over her shoulder like a war prize. It's not quite the intimate bridal carry she had imagined herself doing, but this is less likely to result in the writhing elf girl scratching her face or clawing her way free. She tries to not look at the lines of orc cum dripping down Tashiel's legs in such a position, nor to contemplate that, if she has her way, she'll soon be tasting it. To help her friend, of course! What other reason could there be for something so lewdly depraved?<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Heading to the river for a bit of brief R&amp;R</div></div>