Mostly convinced that there were no other threats nearby, which little bit disappointing, Sika joined Eleeza near the wreckage, though she wasn't particularly interested in messing with the slime thingy. Sure, she was curious to know if there was anything or anyone underneath, but since a couple of the others seemed willing to take care of that, she saw no reason to get her hands dirty.<br/><br/>"Don't tell me you're tired already," Sika said to the blonde, though she didn't sound quite as mean as before, probably because the axe-wielding woman had proven herself not to be completely incompetent. Not that hacking up a few pathetic goblins was a very impressive display or anything, but it was more than she'd been expecting.<br/><br/>She poked one of the goblin corpses with the tip of her foot - or rather part of a body - before propping her sword up against the wreckage and having a seat on the remains of the carriage. Supporting herself with one hand, the tifling leaned back with the laziness and nonchalance of a feline, arching her body prominently so that it formed a perfectly smooth curve from her waist to her shoulders, her pale skin drinking in the warmth and sunlight while her armor glinted proudly.