Sana could not see as well as she would have liked but slowly her eyes began to adjust to the darkness with the help of the skeletons being lit up by the illusion of flame. The stone walls slightly reflecting the light and Drizzak still a ball of flame helped Sana see the outline of Hugh pummeling the wraith back, ever back; Artos coming in behind and striking. She watched Drizzak attack one skeleton, crushing its skull beneath his dragon feet. Now that she was free of her binds she took a brief second to listen, hearing more of the group in the hallway. Somehow they had managed to get free and they were fighting not only to free themselves but to save her. She had fought with other groups before but she had never seen any group react to the capture of another like this; especially for a tainted gypsy. If things had been finished and calm, she might have been moved but this was not the time for reflecting anything but steel and spell. Reflecting and heartfelt thanks were a luxury that would have to wait until another time. Thankfully the darkness faded away and light returned. Sana stood there for a moment as her eyes adjusted, her breath ragged from everything that had happened. What had all happened? So much carnage and yet she doubted it was over with. Seeing Ellis she nearly ran to him but then saw their newest addition attempting to heal the little one. She decided to stay back for she could be of no help with such things. Resting back against the wall she saw that the rest of the group had or was finishing off the last of the seen foes and took a deep breath. Leaning over she rested her hands on her knees and coughed a bit. She was beaten up pretty badly. Sana possessed no armor; her clothing was nothing but boots, very short leather shorts and a leather halter top. Seventy-five percent of her flesh was exposed at all times. It was an amazingly effective ensemble most of the time, it kept her unhindered in her movement but it had its down side as well and it was showing. Her wrists were bleeding from the restraints she had been tied down with, back raw and torn up from being drug across the floor and slammed onto the table. The worst was her cheek; it had already turned deep blue and black from the Liches slap, a gash running from the corner of her eye to the tip of her chin. The wound trickled blood down her chin and neck. It was all too much, she had been pushed to an edge but her body could not fail her now. They still had far to go. Adrenaline still was coursing through her veins, her heart pumping rapidly in her chest. She looked around as she righted herself and stood up fully, the world seeming to move in slow motion around her. Looking, as she slung her bow into its resting place, searching for a single figure. “Hugh,” she whispered.Finally she found him there and everything else seemed to fade away; breath deepening as her heart raced a little faster. She knew it wasn't the time for somethings but she suddenly knew how Ellyn felt when she tried to save the orc. Sometimes heart over rode common sense. She took a step, then another and another, until she was in full sprint; charging him as a smile fell on her lips and joy broke through her ragged facial expression. Leaping up as she got near him, one goal in mind; to close the distance to nothing as quickly as possible. At this point any distance between them was intolerable. Sanas knees locked against his waist as she reached him; her feet pulled in and settled beneath her, thighs pressing against him to hold her in place. She didn’t care what was going on around them, what danger they may be in at that very moment or what anyone may say as they looked at them. Armor didn’t matter; weapons, blood, injury, nothing crossed her mind but him. Life was too short, too precious to wait. This mission had already proved to be more than they had bargained for. They could be dead by sun set; she refused to waste what could be a last moment, a last chance, with apprehension and questioning. Within a heartbeat she had gone from being in one place so far away to being against him, the next beat her lips were pressed to his own with a fierce passion; soft yet hungry lips seeking his. Then finding them, claiming them. Each of her hands against his cheeks, fingers pulling him closer, as her eyes drifted closed savoring him. She rose up slightly, trying to deepen the kiss, her knees still holding her in place; tilting his head back slightly as she did. Her body trembled against his as she tasted him for the first time; fingers finding their way into his hair, a primal moan escaping from her chest. The kiss made her feel as if time had stopped, making it last an eternity but it was only a brief moment. Quickly as she had placed her lips to his she broke the kiss slowly, ragged warm breaths falling over him as her eyes opened; lips still brushing his with a feathers touch, trembling. Pressing her forehead to his she stared into his eyes intently. There was no embarrassment, no shame, no questioning; just an unbridled want flashing through the amber flecks that were scattered through the deep rich color. Hands slid from his hair and cupped his face on either side, fingers shaking, running along his neck and jaw line as she spoke. “Mine,” she said in a ragged possessive voice laced with desire. Just that single word, nothing more, to let him know she wanted to be close to him as much as he had proved he wanted the same of her. Nothing else needed to be said. Pressing her lips back to his once again, she took another kiss; softer, more delicate yet no less intense than the previous. The first had conveyed a deep desire, yearning, the heat of battle and the pain of being ripped apart. This one was caring and gentle. Slowly her legs unlocked from his sides, thighs sliding along his body before she placed her feet on the floor. Finding solid ground once again, she pulled back from the kiss, a deep need for him still flooding her eyes. “Mine,” she whispered once again, a single finger tracing his lips. Sana had held back everything that was coursing through her due to circumstance. Had they been alone she would have probably would have ravaged him right then and there with the same barbaric nature that had given him the strength and endurance to break free from his cage and fight his way to her. Her finger slowly pulled away from his lips, resting her hands against his chest. She stood there, looking up at him; waiting to see if he would do or say anything. Would he push her away, reject her. She had just stolen two precious kisses from him, claimed him as her own rather arrogantly. Biting her bottom lip nervously she looked away for a moment before taking a deep breath and returning her gaze to him; awaiting whatever acceptance or rejection that would follow.