Quitxi steps before the big-shouldered half-giantess, working delicately at the bun of fiery red hair, which she resettles upon her head in a neatly pile braid.  The top of one small, upturned breast is red with the residual magic-burn, and she gingerly touches at it-- the warlock's handprint is visible in the traces of reddened skin.  She crouches delicately, unabashedly, her firm, smooth ass settling gently in the nook of Sweetwater's toned, muscular legs, and she nestles herself into the full breasts, her lashes fluttering at the contact... she studies Sophie's body, smiling contentedly, one knee raised and one folded to demurely hide her small patch of fiery curls, the small, girlish slit, healthy, coppery flesh despite being untouched by the sun.  She extends her thin, toned arms toward Sophie, waiting for her, thinking how wonderful her skin will feel.