The trio returned eventually, probably a little earlier than they would have liked, but there was a satisfied and rather mischievous grin on Oriana's face. Her smile faded slightly when she caught the lingering scent of sex in the air and saw the last vestiges of blush fading from the bandit woman's cheeks. She shot Silas a look that quite plainly said 'I know what you did,' but the woman seemed otherwise unharmed and content, so she didn't push the issue.<br/><br/>"<strong>Well, I'm glad to see no one's lost their head yet,</strong>" she said, arching a slender, golden brown eyebrow when she realized the bindings around Kressle's legs had been cut. The reason was obvious, but the fact that she hadn't attacked Silas or tried to flee while the women were away boded well. "<strong>You mentioned a Nyrissa earlier. Who is that? Some sort of local goddess or guardian spirit or something?</strong>"