Jorghan was the only one who seemed completely at ease. He didn't even bother to sit up properly.
"Scarlett," he said, his voice lazy and unconcerned.
"You found me. What's the emergency?"
"Emergency?" Scarlett finally found her voice, a high, strained squeak. "I... you... what in the hells are you doing? With... with two of them?" Her gesture took in the two elf women, her expression a perfect portrait of bewildered horror.
"Relaxing," Jorghan replied, a slow smirk spreading across his face. He had a cruel streak, and he enjoyed her discomfort.
"You look tense, cousin. The desert heat getting to you?"
"This isn't funny, Jorghan!" she snapped, her fists clenching at her sides. Her eyes locked on Sarhita, who was now on her feet, clutching her discarded loincloth.
"Are you... are you okay?"
Sarhita bristled, the implication stinging more than the accusation. "I am not some weak creature to be forced!" she hissed, her tail lashing like a whip.
"My choices are my own."
