Otatso Wetlands a sword, a gun and a bottle of fun

She can feel the beginnings of a headache threatening her temples as her high wears away fully. Outwardly she gives no sign of discomfort, instead watching the woman stir with clarity previously fogged over. What does she dream of? The priestess herself does not dream often. Not anymore.

She returns Jude's smile faintly, still feeling the lingering effects of intimacy. A strange closeness with a stranger; it warms her. "Thank you," she returns evenly, her voice still smooth but no longer hazy-slow from poppy. "It has been some time since I shared company with another," she admits, skirting the edge of flirtation with a long slow look. "Do you .. cuddle with everyone you meet?"