Sika balled her hands into fists and just barely resisted the urge to punch Bael'reth in the face. Even though deep down she knew that it wasn't really the dusk elf that she was mad at, it was easier than being mad at herself for getting overpowered and humiliated by a mindless pile of bones, so she stuck with that. Still, she was definitely regretting not accepting the vanilla flavored cookie as she continued to cough, the bitter, disgusting taste of the skeleton's cum still stuck on her tongue and in her throat.<br/><br/>Her eyes still burned with anger when they crossed Eleeza's, as if daring her to imply that she wasn't ready out loud. Wanting to prove that she was fine even though she wasn't, at least not entirely, Sika marched over towards the door labeled<em>Armor and Stables</em>with a purpose before attempt it to rip it open rather violently.