At Brandy's insistence at her daintiness, Sofia said: [b][color=silver]"You are FAR from delicate."[/color][/b] Still, Sofia couldn't help but smile at the heartfelt hug that Alice was receiving. She imagined that this would make a good tale for the three of them to tell together another day. 

Alice was left to make slight noises as her cheeks were mushed up, sort of a mix between a whine and a sigh as her cheeks were smooshed and her ribs were squeezed by some satyr hugs. But, by the end of it, she'd let out a slight laugh and smile. At being praised, her and Sofia looked pleased, neither one even thinking about Brandy's lack of contribution. Every party needed a heart, and Brandy was useful even if she wasn't the best fighter. Though, Sofia thought she could do with a few lessons in swinging her club. After all, replace that with a solid mace and she becomes a devil against anything with protection.

They'd both be staring at her like she was crazy though, since Alice was still at least partially covered with troll guts, closer to the blast zone. But, after scaring her to death and bonking her, the two gave each other a glance and a silent mutual agreement that a break was a good idea. They'd sit down, with Alice flicking off a few chunks of troll jelly, while also scraping a bit of the fattier flesh into a bag. It was useful.

But, a pleasant, somewhat stinky little picnic was in order as the two said at Brandy's sides, with Alice snacking on a piece of jerky and Sofia chugging a vial that was very clearly marked with a skull and crossbones. And...then she'd pull out a cup of yogurt. Alice was partially fascinated that an undead could eat or drink anything but...why yogurt?

Sofia seemed to love it either way, a happy grayish-blue blush staining her cheeks as she enjoyed her rot-preventing special yogurt.