Ruhk caught her sister, dropping the blade in the water, before she could slip too deep.  The half-mad girl lifted her bloodied hand up and let the thinned blood drip along her fingertips, before lightly painting her dazed twin's lips with the warm crimson.  She stroked her sister's tousled hair with her clean hand smiling beatifically, as though Corr had done some marvelous thing.  "Did I hurt you?" she asked softly, the ridiculous question another of the many snares and dangerous traps that she wove.  Though, sated as she was, it was likely to be safe to make a mistake or two for a little while.<br/><br/>Lifting her hand, Ruhk sucked on the shallow cuts along her littlest finger and the outside of her palm opposite her thumb, where the blade had been sharper.  Corr's violent release had given her several more small cuts.  "You are always so rough," she hissed plaintively, as though her near-rape had been gentle.<br/><br/>For Ruhk, it had been.  She was usually gentle with Corr, in comparison to Corr's previous lovers.<br/><br/>"The priest is likely to be meeting others for his task.  Get out and bring me your clothing, and I will clean them for you."  It was probably her most used spell; the simple cantrip that let her clean clothing and make their food taste better, as well as keep vermin from settling into their hair and clothing.  She continued to suck on her hand, the cuts in her palm a little deeper than she'd thought at first.  "Make sure that woman and her spawn are well away also."  Ruhk's dislike of people intensified after lovemaking; much of it had to do with how she viewed her body, more than how she treated Corr.