Hanna has a visitor that night.

Hanna was asleep in her tent when an intruder tripped the magical alarm she warded her tent with. A silent psychic pulse awoke her, and she jolted upright in her bedroll, fingers clasped around a small knife.

"Shh! Shh!" the intruder whispered. "It's just me, it's Ria!"

"Ria?" Hanna asked, keeping her voice low. "Is everything alright? Did Karn... try something new?"

"No, no, Karn is fine," Ria said. "Karn is... Everything is fine." There was something different in the warrior girl's voice, but Hanna could not place it.

"Ok, good," Hanna said, returning her knife to its sheathe. "What brings you here tonight, then? Not that I mind spending time with you."

"That's just it, Hanna," Ria said. "I... well, I like spending time with you, too. I like it a great deal."

"Oh?" Hanna said. "I... I'm flattered, of course. I've always considered you a good friend."

"And I you," Ria said. "But do you ever think... do you ever feel like we could be... more, than friends?"

"M-more?" Hanna said, a little startled. "I'm not sure what you mean."

"I mean," Ria said, and the red-haired girl slid closer to Hanna in her bedroll. Ria put a soft hand on Hanna's bare shoulder. "I mean, we could... do this..." She leaned forward pressed her lips against Hanna's. Hanna's eyes widened in surprise, but she did not pull away. Ria shifted closer again, pressing herself up against Hanna's body. Hanna gasped softly when Ria pulled aside the shoulder strap of her nightgown.

Ria pulled her own slip up and over her head, revealing her naked body in what little moonlight made it through the tent flap. Hanna muttered a soft incantation, and a small orb of light flared to life above them. Hanna took in the sight of her naked friend. Her braid was undone, her red hair fell about her shoulders, stopping just above her shoulderblades and her small breasts.

"Do you... like what you see, Hanna?" Ria asked, coyly.