"Sister…?"
Shaula's voice trembled as she spoke, her hands instinctively covering herself—arms crossed over her chest to hide her stiffened nipples, one palm pressed between her thighs.
In response, the tanned woman—taller, older, with a calm but unreadable expression—sighed, her mouth curling into something between amusement and mild reproach.
"And here I was wondering what was taking you so long."
Her eyes roamed—slow and deliberate—from Shaula's flushed face down to her trembling body, pausing at the faint patches of wetness that had stained the forest floor beneath her thigh.
"So?" she continued, stepping forward, "Why are you out here in the forest, getting yourself all worked up?"
As she spoke, she crouched beside Shaula, casually picking up her clothes that had pooled at the side.
"Well…" Shaula murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.
