Gabriella shrugs. "I liked the puzzles," she mumbles to herself.
"Ah well done!" Cheers Ulrich, happy to not deal with swarms of insects and similar horrors.
"With your permission Kishokish, may we rest here for a while before we travel on? And I would also like to ask if you carry materials worthy of creating scrolls."
"Yes, of course! Feel free to rest as long as you wish. I have plenty of parchment and inks you may use to scribe scrolls."
Alessandra nods her thanks to Kishokish and makes to leave the room. "I'm going to have another look around, I want to check there are no more grasshoppers! Ellie, will you come with me? To watch my back?"
Alessandra leads the way, one floor at a time, examining the rooms for any valuables that haven't been found already. She doesn't actually open the conversation until they hit the second floor and some degree of privacy.
"There's a part of me, a big part of me that wants you. Wants to possess you, to hold you and to call you mine. I've never felt that way about anyone, ever." She lets her hand drop and steps back, giving Ellie space. "Gabbi likes you too, you really impressed her over the last few... days? Hours? Whatever-ry things they are here. And that's important to me - important to both of us."
She takes a deep breath, and visibly psyches herself up for a moment. "Gabbi and I are lovers - although you already know that. When we grew up... where we grew up, we didn't have anyone. Pharasmin convents aren't the most cheerful places, definitely not for romance, and being what we are we both have... certain tastes that aren't for everyone." Her hands tap one of her wrists, where she fed from her sister after the grasshopper blew up. "We're twins, we had the urges about the same time and it was natural to experiment together - then, once we found other people to experiment with, that it just wasn't the same. So yes, we're close - very close. As you heard last night. That was Gabbi's idea by the way, she thought you should know what you'd be getting in to, or what you'd be missing out on." She gives a small grin, but nerves are clearly at the foreground here.
"It's a lot I know, but I like you Ellie. I really do, and I'd like to kiss you again, and do more - if you want to. But I thought you should understand, that being with me means sharing with Gabbi. Not that you have to... share with Gabbi, unless you want to, but I can't give her up and I don't want to leave you with any false pretences. We both like you, a lot." She takes another deep breath and gives another smile, slightly brighter this time.
"There, I've said everything. Just promise me one thing? Reply with words, not your flail? I quite like my face the way it is..."
Gabriella takes a long breath before nodding at her sister. She looks the Lore-Warden up and down as she prepares to leave. "Have fun," she says and licks her lips.
She turns back to their host. "So where did you come up with those puzzles," she asks, hoping to kill time until her sister returns. "I've seen a variation on the mirror one before in Transom's Big Book of Conundrums. Did you make up the digit one yourself?"
She's happy to engage in conversation about puzzles until Alessandra finishes her discussion with Ellie.
Ulrich says that he's going to a desk where he found the scroll and will start working on his magic. However, when he gets there he can't seem to focus. He starts writing just a few arcane phrases before thoughts of Gabriella and Alessandra flood his mind. Supplied with parchment and ink, he starts drawing them from the fantasies in his mind.
Nothing fancy or skillful, but the twins are portrayed in alluring poses, wearing nothing but lacy underwear. Gabriella's fangs drip a few drops of blood, and her face bears a pleased but sinister appeal. Alessandra seems to be more teasing and smiley, but she's been drawn with a toned body and strong but slender arms.
Kamosh chirps quietly in the normal song of whippoorwills, and hops around to look at anything even remotely interesting.
Ellie jumps as something occurs to her: "Uh, Master Kishokish? If you like puzzles so much, do you think that you can solve... us? I mean, some of your colleagues say we don't belong here at all, and at least one of them thinks that we belong all the way dead, but can you tell us what is actually going on? Are we alive or dead?"
She hangs around to listen to the answer before following Alessandra's lead.
Ellie can guess what the conversation is going to be about, and is blushing even before Alessandra's opened her mouth. By the time the dhampir has finished talking, she is scarlet.
"Thank you. Uh, for being so honest with me, I mean. You don't have to tell me any of that, but, uh..." She trails off and takes a deep breath.
"I am, I mean, I was, upset because she's your sister and you shouldn't, uh, you know... But I don't know what that even means anymore, I mean we shouldn't be here at all, we should be dead, or alive, nobody seems to agree and there's a skeleton in a dress promising to make us all the way dead!" She gives a slightly hysterical laugh, as tears run down her face. "So I don't even know what should or shouldn't are supposed to mean, any more. But, uh, you two are good, and brave, I mean you defeated that thing when all I could do was stand there helplessly and watch, some fighter I am, right? The biggest threat we've faced so far and I can't even move I'm so scared." She wipes the tears away from her eyes, angrily.
"And I'd be lucky to, uh, to have one of you, or both of you, to...like me. And when you... when we... that, that kiss, I felt like I was melting, I wasn't worrying about shoulds or shouldn't, I wasn't even thinking, do you know how rare that is for me? When my - when my brother died, I withdrew, I spent most of my time reading and studying and I'm always, you know, always thinking about stuff... But with you I was just ... just enjoying the moment. I liked that. I'd like that some more."
Still crying quietly, she approaches Alessandra, running a hand through her hair and drawing her in for a long, lingering kiss.
"I hope that gave you enough to think about." She says with a smile, gently stroking the tears from Ellie's cheeks. "It's not so bad you know, being partly dead. I certainly don't have anything to complain about! Not so keen about going the whole way though." She steals a kiss to the tip of Ellie's nose, hoping to make the girl smile before continuing.
"You are a great fighter darling. You've destroyed more monsters in this place than the rest of us put together! Just because Gabbi, Elka and I were faster this time doesn't say anything bad about you. I was terrified of that thing." She shudders, only exaggerating for dramatic effect slightly. "I can't stand bugs and that thing was... eww!"
She proceeds to kiss the Lore Warden again, apparently trying to drive thoughts of the wihsak away with more pleasant ones, and as she does so her hands start to roam a little, one sliding down Ellie's back to squeeze her butt gently.
"You know I really like it when you go in front." She whispers, "because then I get the best view of this..."
The few rooms in Nine-Eaves you have yet to explore include a music room, servant's quarters, dining room, kitchen, and pantry. The music room contains seven masterwork musical instruments as well as a shabby hide drum that radiates magic.
The pantry has several bottles of rare wine: four of them are worth 60 gp each and eight are worth 15 gp each. The ktichen features several knives that are remarkably large and sharp; one curved blade functions as a masterwork sickle and another as a masterwork kukri. One straight, gleaming knife is made of bright silver. It functions as a masterwork alchemical silver short sword.
The sideboard in the dining room contains an elegant tablecloth with gold thread that is worth 200 gp.
Belatedly, you realize that the key you used to unlock the ballroom door is also magical.
***
Kishokish chats happily with Gabriella about puzzles and games, his knowledge of them quite encyclopedic.
When Ellie asks about them, the shoki clucks his tongue. "Hmm, a puzzling conundrum, indeed! You seem to be something in between the two--neither fully alive, nor fully dead. It's as if something has stitched your souls and bodies together. I've never seen anything like it, and alas, can't do much more to illuminate the situation further."
Elká purrs her delight when she stumbles upon the knife made of gleaming silver. She coos excited ooos and awwwws whilst cradling the murder tool in her arms like it were a newborn baby. "Please, can I have this? And some of the not-quite-so-valuable bottles? I'm not a doctor, but I'm pretty sure that having 'em will help me feel more alive again! Surely that's important, what with us being like, half-dead-half-alive! The snailman confirmed our sordid state so I ain't exaggerating."
Gabriella eventually grows impatient waiting for her sister to return and seeks her out. If her conversation with Ellie went poorly she probably would have returned right away. Since that didn't happen, she's of the hope that it went well and she might even find them ... indisposed.
She's partially correct in that she finds them snogging in one of the rooms.
"As much as I hate to interrupt," she says, not sounding like she hates it at all. "And as yummy as that looks, we've got our stamp. Are we moving on or are we 'resting' here tonight?"
"She has the worse sense of timing and very little patience." Alessandra says to Ellie, shooting her sister a mock glower with twinkling eyes.
She gently turns Ellie and gives her a slight push towards the door, and her sister. "We should head back downstairs to the others - sort out sleeping arrangements and get a good rest, alone if we want to be." She adds with a glare at her sister. "We don't want to push anyone more than they're comfortable with."
Ulrich finally releases himself from his longing and takes a few moments to calm down. He starts going about the actual scroll making process, working on a scroll of Identify.
Kamosh calms down as well, and starts singing songs from Ulrich's childhood in Ustalav.
Poor Kamosh. Whenever he tries to sing like a humanoid rather than a songbird, his songs can come out grating and eerie.
Gabbi looks between her sister and Ellie, her suspicions confirmed. "So she told you about us?" she says to the Lore Warden.
She steps close to the armored woman and leans in close to her. "So then you wouldn't mind if I ... get a taste of my own?" she asks, her tongue peeking out from her lips. She tips her head and her lips part ...
... and she deftly slips past Ellie to press her lips against her sister's.
"Mmmmm ... " she says a moment later after she pulls away. She tastes her own lips. "Very nice," she says, turning to look at Ellie. "I'd better gather everyone else up so we can arrange where everyone will be sleeping." She gives Ellie a knowing look and then exits the room to find Elká and Ulrich.
"You are BAD!" Alessandra whispers into her sister's lips, but she doesn't seem at all shy about returning the kiss.
"I am and you love it," Gabriella whispers back.
~~~~~
Gabbi seeks out the Doctor first. Coming across him as he's working on scrolls. "We're making sleeping arrangements for the evening, Ulrich. Any special requests?"
She looks over his completed work before plucking out a piece of parchment.
"Oh, really?" she says with a giggle as she examines his previous piece of art. "Speaking of special requests ..." She gives it a studied appraisal before yelling out, "Alli! Come see this!"
"What?" Alessandra asks, hurrying over. When she sees Ulrich's drawing she grins widely and place her hand on her forehead, pretending to swoon in dramatic fashion.
"Why Doctor... Alas my heart is spoken for. If only I had known..."
She grins and gives him a peck on the cheek. "You could try Gabbi - since it seems you'd like a close up study. I'm more into curves myself."
She keeps the drawing though, without so much as a 'by-your-leave'.
Ulrich finishes his scroll of Identify by placing gold and silver coins upon it, adding up to twenty-five in value. With incantations he slowly melts the metal into the sheet of parchment, imbuing it with magic.
Just then, Gabriella walks in. He's absolutely floored when she plucks out his drawing, and fear grips him. Now in shock, Alessandra walks in. The whole event passes by him like a flash of light, leaving nought but the impression of Alessandra's lips upon his cheek.
Now alone with Gabriella, Ulrich sighs some of his stress away. He rises slowly, and looks at Gabriella directly in the eyes with a curious expression. He's waiting to see her reaction.
Kamosh watches Alessandra walk away and tilts his head, but then he flaps his wings and nervously flutters over to perch on Gabriella's shoulder. He chirps "Pretty girl" in his singsong voice.
She proceeds to kiss the Lore Warden again, apparently trying to drive thoughts of the wihsak away with more pleasant ones, and as she does so her hands start to roam a little, one sliding down Ellie's back to squeeze her butt gently.
"You know I really like it when you go in front." She whispers, "because then I get the best view of this..."
Ellie enthusiastically accepts the extra kiss, confident enough now to push back against Alessandra's tongue with her own, exploring the warmth and taste of the other's mouth and lips, enjoying the noises that provokes and unaware of the noises she herself is making.
Afterwards, out of breath, she leans against the other girl and despite herself, she giggles slightly at Alessandra's touch. "Your hands are chilly." It's not a complaint, just a statement.
Her own arms fold around, drawing Alessandra into a firm embrace, before she slips one hand underneath Alessandra's shirt at the small of the back, feeling the coolness of her skin - not cold like ice, but cool like marble. Softer than marble, though. Much softer. She idly traces a finger along Alessandra's vertebrae and up her spine, before blushing when she realises what she's doing and hastily removing her hand, placing it back outside her clothing.
"Uh... how come you don't wear armour? I'd have thought you'd feel a lot safer in something like this." She raps the silvered front of her own armour.
She's partially correct in that she finds them snogging in one of the rooms.
"As much as I hate to interrupt," she says, not sounding like she hates it at all. "And as yummy as that looks, we've got our stamp. Are we moving on or are we 'resting' here tonight?"
Ellie jumps at the sudden interruption, but she's not ungrateful for a change of focus - she's not sure exactly where, or how fast, they were going next. Besides, she's got something she needs to say to the Inquisitor.
"Uh, Gabbi..."
Alessandra explained stuff to me. I'm still not sure I understand, but maybe I don't need to. I really like you - BOTH of you! I'm not here to get in the way, and I couldn't compete for Alessandra anyway, I know you'd win and that's not what I want to do. I'm really sorry we hit it off on the wrong foot and I hope I've made it clear how much I value you, and like you, even if I don't entirely understand.
Of course she bottles it. Of course she does. And maybe it's for the best, for now, anyway - Gabbi has made it clear that she doesn't appreciate over-sharing.
"...uh, why do you call Alessandra 'the pretty one'? I mean, you're both identical, and you're both amazing, I mean really really pretty. Any artist would be so grateful to have either or both of you as muses. I'm just wondering, really, but it's not important if you don't want to tell me, that's fine..."
... and she deftly slips past Ellie to press her lips against her sister's.
"Mmmmm ... " she says a moment later after she pulls away. She tastes her own lips. "Very nice," she says, turning to look at Ellie.
She gives Ellie a knowing look and then exits the room to find Elká and Ulrich.
Ellie blushes crimson to the roots of her blonde hair, but doesn't say anything until Gabbi has left the room.
She turns back to look at Alessandra, and the expression on her face is one of curiosity rather than condemnation - even though she knows that what she's seen should (that word again) alarm her, or maybe even disgust her, but it doesn't.
"Uh, if you don't mind me asking... you said that it started with - with, uh, blood, and I get that, I do, given your heritage and the fact that nobody else would, uh, would want to play with you like that. But, uh, how did it become... something else?"
She looks away, embarrassed almost beyond words. "It's none of my business, I know that, and if you want to say nothing that's an option, I'm just, you know, I'm ...I'm trying to understand. I want to understand." Her eyes fill with tears again. " I - I really like you, and, and, I don't know, I just, I want to know more about you."
She sniffs again, and wipes her eyes. "You can ask me questions, too, you know. I'll tell you what you want to know."
"Uh... how come you don't wear armour? I'd have thought you'd feel a lot safer in something like this." She raps the silvered front of her own armour.
"It's part of my training." Alessandra replies with a gentle smile. "I rely on dodging blows rather than facing them, and Pharasma, or someone at least, has an eye on my fate - blows miss me more than they ought to."
"Uh, if you don't mind me asking... you said that it started with - with, uh, blood, and I get that, I do, given your heritage and the fact that nobody else would, uh, would want to play with you like that. But, uh, how did it become... something else?"
She looks away, embarrassed almost beyond words. "It's none of my business, I know that, and if you want to say nothing that's an option, I'm just, you know, I'm ..." Her eyes fill with tears again. "I'm trying to understand. I want to understand. I - I really like you, and, and, I don't know, I just, I want to know more about you."
She sniffs again, and wipes her eyes. "You can ask me, too, you know. I'll tell you what you want to know."
"Blood is more than just a fluid for us." Alessandra replies, sitting down on the floor and patting the space next to her. "Blood is literally life itself and it carries a lot of life in it - feelings, emotions. And the act itself, feeding on someone - it's incredibly intimate, particularly for us. For Gabbi and I its actually erotic - the closeness, the taste of life, of lust" Her voice drops a little at those words, becoming husky. "The thirst came on quite late for us, relative to puberty at least, so the first time we fed on each other it went from feeding to sex pretty naturally. It was... quite something. I know most people's firsts are awkward, but given just how hyped up we were, and given how close we are... well it was pretty incredible."
She catches Ellie's eye and leans over to kiss the tears away from her eyes. "There's nothing wrong in asking darling. You're curious, it's one of the things I like about you. You can ask whatever you want - I don't mind. And if you want to tell me about you then I'd love to hear about it, I've always loved good stories." She pauses and strokes Ellie's cheek again, a gesture that is already threatening to become habitual - not that Alessandra minds. "I know you've had a tough time, so you don't have to tell me anything you don't want to."
Then Gabbi's voice comes from downstairs and Allie pops up from the floor like a limber cork, before leaning down to help Ellie up and steal another kiss.
"Shall we go downstairs? We can sort out sleeping arrangements and find somewhere more cosy to talk." The way she says 'talk' suggests at least one alternative possibility...
"...uh, why do you call Alessandra 'the pretty one'? I mean, you're both identical, and you're both amazing, I mean really really pretty. Any artist would be so grateful to have either or both of you as muses. I'm just wondering, really, but it's not important if you don't want to tell me, that's fine..."
Gabbi shrugs. "We're not entirely identical; She's got a beauty mark under her left breast. People always like her better." She shrugs again. "She's the pretty one. I'm the smart one."
~~~~~
He chirps "Pretty girl" in his singsong voice.
Her plans on finding the changeling completely forgotten, Gabbi considers the necromancer.
"Yes, she is," Gabbi says in response to Kamosh. "And it's clear from your portrayal of us that you have no idea what we look like under our clothes. At the very least, you've got our t#$~ entirely wrong." She looks the man up and down. "Maybe I should correct that."
She sets her weapons aside and drops her backpack to the floor. She saunters over to a nearby tattered couch and slowly begins sliding out of her studded leather armor. Her tunic, boots, and breeches drop to the floor, followed soon by her smallclothes.
The inquisitor turns and reclines back on the couch, assuming a languid pose. "Better get drawing, Doc," she says, glancing down at her chest. "As you can see, it's kind of cold in here."
Alessandra watches with a smile before stepping out of the room and drawing the door to, before turning to Ellie (and Elka?).
"My sister is showing off in there for the Doctor." She says, rolling her eyes. "Feel free to go and look if you want. She likes an audience."
She looks at Ellie and raises her eyebrow in a gentle question. You want a look?
I know most people's firsts are awkward, but given just how hyped up we were, and given how close we are... well it was pretty incredible."
She catches Ellie's eye and leans over to kiss the tears away from her eyes. "There's nothing wrong in asking darling. You're curious, it's one of the things I like about you. You can ask whatever you want - I don't mind. And if you want to tell me about you then I'd love to hear about it, I've always loved good stories." She pauses and strokes Ellie's cheek again, a gesture that is already threatening to become habitual - not that Alessandra minds. "I know you've had a tough time, so you don't have to tell me anything you don't want to."
Ellie nods as she listens, silent - and not just with embarrassment. She looks at the floor. "It must be nice to have been with - to be with - someone who knows you so well, who cares so much about you."
She looks up. "Please make sure Gabbi knows that I'm - I'm not trying to step in, or push anyone out, or, or anything. I don't think she trusts me, but I get that you...you need each other. I remember what that feels like - not in exactly the same way, of course! But... blood is thicker than water. I know exactly what that means."
"Shall we go downstairs? We can sort out sleeping arrangements and find somewhere more cosy to talk."
Ellie nods, but "...I already know where I want to sleep. When I fell off the horse fleeing my home, I got rescued by a Pathfinder agent whose family took me in. They basically let me live in the library for the first few months, put a bed in there and everything, and I used to just read until I fell asleep. So if this place has a library, that's where I'll be. But you're welcome to come and talk to me, if you want to."
Alessandra watches with a smile before stepping out of the room and drawing the door to, before turning to Ellie (and Elka?).
"My sister is showing off in there for the Doctor." She says, rolling her eyes. "Feel free to go and look if you want. She likes an audience."
She looks at Ellie and raises her eyebrow in a gentle question. You want a look?
Ellie's eyes dart around the room, here there and everywhere but at Alessandra's own. "Uh, I think I might, uh, leave her to it. It's a bit, uh, that is, I should probably go and find the library and put my bedroll down to claim a spot before anyone else does..."
Uh-huh. Cos who doesn't, you know, sleep in a library when they get the chance?
You haven't been... you know, listening in, have you? Because if you have then I swear I'll find some way to die just so I can come after you.
Ellie's eyes dart around the room, here there and everywhere but at Alessandra's own. "Uh, I think I might, uh, leave her to it. It's a bit, uh, that is, I should probably go and find the library and put my bedroll down to claim a spot before anyone else does..."
"Probably a good idea." Alessandra replies. "I'll come along too - you can tell me about you and we can get cosy."
She's as good as her word and puts her bedroll down next to Ellie's, before snuggling herself up next to the Lore Warden. "I always have thick blankets." She says, pre-empting the question she knows Ellie will ask when she sees Allies thick winter blankets. "I don't produce much heat of my own, so staying warm is important, unless I have someone else to warm me up..."
Ulrich's jaw nearly hits the floor. His blood rushes right up to his face , and for just a second he can't even comprehend what's happening. Then he tells Kamosh to leave the room while he grabs the remaining parchment and ink and sits down to start drawing.
Despite the time limit, Ulrich is working on a masterpiece. His intricate knowledge of anatomy, mixed with his lustful passion is producing the best drawing he's ever made. A hunger can be seen in Ulrich's brown eyes and his intense stare walks over every part of Gabriella's naked body. When it looks like Gabriella is growing impatient , Ulrich puts his materials aside and slowly walks towards her. Ulrich may not be a strong, well built man, but his height of nearly six feet does bring a strong image compared to Gabriella laying on the tattered couch. He looks down into her eyes while breathing fairly heavily. His chest expands and contracts with deep breaths. He looks like he wants to say something, but clearly words are failing him.
Kamosh hops out the door and starts singing the whippoorwill mating call. He spreads his wings and flutters over to Alessandra, perching on her shoulder.
"You. Stop it." Alessandra tells Kamosh, in a mostly joking tone. "That's my sister you're singing about." Whether the bird notices the tiny black sparks flicking between her fingertips is unclear...
Gabriella looks up at the impassioned Doctor and raises an eyebrow. "Is there something you'd like to ask me, Ulrich?" she asks with a slight smile. She shifts her body just a little to get more comfortable and continues to look him in the eye, unwilling to grant him a reprieve. "Don't tell me you got my t*!% wrong again. You've been staring at them long enough, you should have them perfect by now."
Kamosh tries to sing much quieter, but it's clear that he's got limited control. He's shuffling closer to Alessandra in an attempt to nuzzle her, near her neck and jaw bone.
In a bit of a stammer, Ulrich replies "I... want more than vvisual ststimulus." He leans over and puts a knee on the couch, then reach around to the back of Gabriella's head to raise her up for a kiss.
Gabriella reaches out a hand and stops the flustered man. "And what would you do if I said that 'visual stimulation' is all you get tonight? Nudity in and of itself is not an invitation, Ulrich."
She waits and gauges his response.
Ulrich stops and takes a deep breath . He relaxes and replies "I... can respect that."
Gabbi smiles in response. "Congratulations, that's the right answer," she says. She then reaches out and takes the man's hand in hers and presses it between her legs. "That is an invitation," she says with a slight gasp.
At one point Ulrich goes into a deeper voice to cast magic and says in Necril "I dine on the sweet taste of your magic blood." His canine teeth sharpen and protrude slightly more, and he bites into Gabriella's neck.
Gabbi groans in response. "I bet you say that to all the girls," she responds in a husky voice. She bares her own fangs and clamps down on his shoulder.
Outside Alessandra groans, not in a sexual way so much as a 'oh not again' way. "You shoo!" She commands Kimosh firmly, before snagging Ellie's hand. "We should go - she's going to get loud in a minute."
Ellie lets her hand be held, and mutely follows Alessandra as she leads her back up to the library. She spends slightly longer than she needs to in fiddling with the straps on her armour as she takes it off, trying to give herself some breathing space and time to think.
But you can only delay the inevitable for so long and she eventually has to turn to face Alessandra, fully clothed but vulnerable. She takes a deep breath. "So, uh, what do you... want to do?"
"Nothing you don't want to do darling." The dhampir replies gently. "I don't rush things the way Gabbi does. How about we curl up together and you can tell me about you - whatever you'd like. Or I can tell you how boring it is to live in a Pharasmin monastery. And maybe we can kiss a little more?" She asks with a smile.
Ah, blessed solitude! With all the others being so damn busy with, well, the others, Elká finally finds herself to be all alone. Unlike many, being alone is a comfort to her. No judging looks. No expectations. And, perhaps best of all, no stupid chatter! Besides, Elká's new best friend would keep her occupied and she does not cherish the idea that she'd have to share him. Oh, my sweet bottle, you better taste as sweet as you look!
And so the changeling claims dominion over the kitchen, where she first stuffs herself with whatever food is present before filling up the cracks of her rather over-filled stomach with fine wine.
Outside Alessandra groans, not in a sexual way so much as a 'oh not again' way. "You shoo!" She commands Kimosh firmly, before snagging Ellie's hand. "We should go - she's going to get loud in a minute."
With the arrival of the morning, Gabbi seems eager for the group to get on its way and shows no romanticism to Ulrich other than a quiet "Thank you." She then moves off to whisper with her sister.
Gabriella finds Alessandra in the library with Ellie, the two are wrapped in the same set of blankets and cuddling but, to the Inquisitor's disappointment, appear to be reasonably clothed.
Without moving Alessandra catches her sisters eye.
The moment Gabriella is out of the room Alessandra gives the fighter a gentle shake. "Morning beautiful." She steals a little kiss before easing out of Ellie's, strong, grip. "We're getting ready to move, so I'll give you some privacy to prepare."
With that she hops up and leaves the library to rejoin her sister.