Looking miserable, Mohini moved her hands to wipe the tears from her face with the backs of them, then lowered them slowly to her breasts. Laying on the floor still, chained to the grate she could only look up at Masina with a furious hatred in her eyes. When Anastasius spoke her gaze shifted to him, and gave him the same angry look before her gaze returned to Masina. If only that whore would bend down she could wrap the chains she wore around her neck and strangle the life from her... Her lips curled into a slight smile at that thought before being distracted by her fellow captives words.<br/><br/>She was unbound but walking and talking as if in a dream... What had they done to her? She knew her own people burnt certain leaves because the smoke opened their minds to become more receptive to Tabiti, in fact all priestesses such as herself did this fairly regularly, this however, seemed a little different.<br/><br/>Reluctantly, she let her fingers squeeze her breasts ever so slightly. She couldn't help but be reminded of how they were already changing, feeling heavier, more sensitive. She wanted to do anything but touch them, but after the screams the other girl had made on the ship, she wasn't ready to disobey, not yet.