If The Sky Comes Falling Down

She?s content to stop dicking about now, having gotten her jollies in. She?s suddenly aware of her exhaustion; the life of a vagabond is a difficult one, after all. Her bones have grown so weary and perhaps her heart has, too. She nods at the mention of caves, lifting herself up and deciding to investigate. ?Well, being around you has been thoroughly exhausting. I think I need to take a rest,? she jokes, turning and heading towards where she supposes there will be good shelter. ?Before I go, you may want to work on taking that stick up your ass out. I don?t think it?s healthy for it to be lodged that far up there,? she says with a bit of a snicker before she turns.
She moves off towards a resting place, pleased to have achieved pleasant conversation in the meanwhile. ?exit-