Corr hissed softly as she was dressed by her sister, using her shoulder for balance though she didn’t even sway. “I think we should be useful… if we’re staying here. This town. He has that feel, he’d be handy to get Kiiisk-shass.” The word meant forced weakness, almost the same as saying ‘over a barrel’, but with a plan to kill once his usefulness was done.<br/><br/>It might be a bad idea to kill one of their goddess’s priests, but if She didn’t want to leave this existence, She would ensure he was always helpful. Corr was never one to think of the future.<br/><br/>Her amber-green eyes were fixed on Ruhk as she licked Corr’s dagger and sheathed it. She wanted to kiss her again, but that might reawaken Ruhk’s lusts, and they were in increasing danger of being interrupted. “Here,” she said instead, rubbing the water from her twin’s body with the cloth she had used a few moments ago. Her touch didn’t linger in any place, but she was through. “Get dressed. Let’s find him again. I want to make him give use a more private room.”<br/>