Feeling some movements underneath, Akasha watched with a curious expression what the two below them were doing. They didn’t seem to be moving all that much. Did she just knocked them both out? One certainly looked pretty much out of it, looking all weak and squirming lightly. Well, it didn’t help by the fact he was at the bottom of the pile, but even so he doesn’t look very strong either way. The guy that she was sitting right on top of showed off the skein of red string in her face. While she didn’t know what he was saying, the panther girl didn’t know if she would have to feel insulted or annoyed by the tone of voice he was taking. What the hell was he taking her for? She wasn’t just some baby or cat to be toyed with! But gods above that string looked unnaturally beautiful! Akasha didn’t know what attracted her so much to that thread, but unconsciously, she lunged at the ball of vermilion string the guy was holding and leaped with feline grace out of the body pile. The thread looked shiny somehow, which intrigued her even more. As the amazoness was examining the skein, she could hear the faint voice of the guy that was under most of the mound, seeing him reaching out to her, or rather what she was holding, with such a pitiful expression on his face that would make Akasha feel bad, she realized probably just how dear the belongings in his bag must be to him. Then, the amazon teenager realized just how similar the color of the sigil on the guy’s hand was with the thread. For a moment, she thought the two were actually linked together. She could bear this face no longer. Akasha got up from her sitting spot and walked to the weak-looking guy with glasses. She knelt in front of him and offered his bag back, with a faint smile. [color=fff79a]“I’m sorry, I didn’t know it was so dear to you.”[/color] The black panther amazon spoke. The youg man probably wouldn’t even understand her, but she had no idea how to express herself by body language. And so she just stood in place, on her knees, with an awkward innocent smile.