[GM] It certainly seems like it.

It's difficult to tell the passing of time in the midst of the storm, but afternoon gives way to evening as Ceres carries Krin through the rain back to her den. She chatters cheerfully about nothing in particular for the entire journey, seeming completely oblivious to the elf's growing distraction and discomfort.

Approaching a narrow cave entrance, she slithers inside, squashing him even closer to her breast. "Careful, it'sss a bit sssmall. Keepsss sssome of the nassstiesss out, you know?"

After a short tunnel, the cave opens up into a cozy chamber, stocked high with all the tools and ingredients an alchemist might need. Dried herbs and mushrooms hang from ropes criss-crossing the ceiling, and the shelves are piled high with even stranger ingredients. A fat brass kettle hangs over the banked fire in a hearth set into one wall. A simple curtain half-hides an alcove piled high with cushions in the furthest corner of the chamber.

Ceres sets the elf down lightly on the floor, slithering over to the hearth. She stirs up the fire to warm the room, then strips out of her wet sweater, hanging it on a hook by the fire to dry. She's wearing nothing underneath, her large breasts and the slit between her hips, bulging slightly with her sheathed member, on full display. "Make yourssself comfortable! I'll put on a pot of sssoup." Without the slightest bit of shame, she bustles about by the hearth doing exactly that.

[GM] By the time Ceres brings you back to her den, it's getting to be evening. She sets you down and takes off her wet clothes, setting about making food for you both. You can consider her carrying you here a short rest.

[P] Great, I'll restore a point of Stamina.