Sana Sat there frozen in place, still feeling his hand on her back, skin to skin. It was warm and strong, comforting and more. "Yeah..." was all she could manage to whisper as she sat there, resting down a bit more as she pulled back slowly from his ear; her hair brushing his cheek as she did, finding herself trembling slightly. 

          Then the darkness gave away to light, the sudden change causing Sana to instinctively press her body down against his fully, burying her head under his chin; lips brushing against the hallow of his neck. A few blinks and her eyes adjusted about the time she heard Bjoric start howling with laughter, causing her to sit straight up, wide eyed and mortified. Looking around frantically for a moment before her eyes fell on Hugh.

          He looked so embarrassed, waving his hand around trying to tell everyone it wasn't what they thought. Groaning inwardly she knew that no matter what she said or did they would think what they wanted to. "It's nothing," she said as she stood up over him and shot an icy look around, not at anyone in particular but the situation in general. 

         Taking a quick step, she moved from her position over Hugh and walked to her bed roll. Her face was flush, her heart was racing and her breath ragged. "Shut it," she snapped.

         The embarrassment was bad enough, knowing how her body reacted to Hugh made it worse. The nail in the coffin was the look on his face. She had initially just wanted to say screw it and tell them it was exactly what it looked like. Then she saw his reaction. She had seen that reaction before when people were caught with her kind, even if nothing was going on. The total denial of being close to anything that [i]tainted[/i]. It stung.

         She turned back to face the group about to lay into them when she saw it. Someone that didn't belong. Grabbing an arrow and bow, she knocked it into place and aimed as her eyes narrowed. "Who the hell are you?" she yelled in a guttural and demanding voice.