No, she's too busy walking ahead

Coming out of the trees, you see Jeanette impatiently waiting at the edge of the snow-covered road, her green skin contrasting wildly with the white of her surroundings. “Took you a while” she smirks, “if you need any help with Chaski, I would be more than happy to.”

“I’m good, thank you.” You maybe ought to be annoyed at how she’s reacted to your attempt to help her by being so cocky, but at the moment you’re just relieved that she doesn’t seem to have noticed the sword hidden under Dew’s coat. As you set off down the road, in the direction of both Xana’s house and the church, you think you can see its outline through her clothes. You hope that’s just because you know where it is.

“So, why didn’t all three of you go out?” you ask Jeanette, trying to make sure she doesn’t start focusing on Dew. You don’t have to worry about Chaski at least, since the elven woman is currently dozing against your chest.

Jeanette motions back to the area where the wreckage is as she replies. “There seemed to be only enough seats for two people on that machine” she says, “besides” she gives you a wink, “we just couldn’t take our Helga out in a storm like that, she’s just a girl still, only nineteen.”

Chaski stirs as you make your way down the road. “She should have gone instead of me.” You hear her mutter, “her ankle could have made it through that crash.”

“You’re not that old, sister” comes Jeanette’s brisk reply, the orc woman clearly happy that her friend is back and talking, “if I had been up front, I’m sure my ankle would have been sprained as well.”

Chaski just sighs, too exhausted to make much more of a reply. The three of you continue to trudge through the snow, thankful that the shining sun’s beginning to warm up the air. You make reasonably quick progress down the road, soon arriving at Xana’s house. Jeanette clicks her tongue as she sees the damaged fence.

“Ah, so that’s the fence we crashed into. I was wondering about that.” She gives Dew an apologetic look. “Sorry about that girl, we’ll have that fixed up soon enough.”

“It’s fine” Dew replies, inching her way towards the gate. She’s been hanging around the back of your group, making sure not to let the outline of the sword show through her coat. “I’ll go inside to tell mom what happened, you keep going.”

“Alright, thanks for rescuing us” Jeanette replies briskly, marching on ahead. You give Dew a wink as she takes the sword inside, smiling. You might be rescuing the nuns, but that doesn’t mean you trust them, you want a way to defend yourself if they try anything dangerous again.

You make your way down to the nunnery in relatively quick time, noy having a hidden sword to occupy your mind anymore. Soon, you find yourself at the nunnery’s imposing doors; the place looks a lot cozier in the daytime at least. Walking up to the door, you’re surprised to see it thrown open before you knock, the third nun, Helga you remember, must have been listening out for her sisters to come back.

What you’re a bit more surprised to see, is that Helga currently isn’t wearing her nun habit, but instead a decidedly non-pious fancy camisole. A see-through camisole at that.

Underneath, you can see her large, milky white tits, her cute pink nipples hard from the cold. It sure looks a lot better on her than that restrictive set of armour she was wearing last you saw her, she just looks like a beautiful, almost innocent young woman.

“Aah!” Helga’s shriek snaps you back to reality as she realizes that she’s exposed herself to you. “W-what is he doing here!”

“Good to see you again, Helgy.” Jeanette says the cutesy nickname with a smile, “we crashed the gift out in the woods, but luckily Alfred found us. Chaski injured her ankle though, I’ll need you to wrap that up.”

“OK!” the embarrassed nun yells, grabbing Chaski out of your arms. Amazingly, this doesn’t cause her to wake up, and instead Helga storms off, unintentionally letting you view her pert ass through the see-through fabric.

“Well, thanks again for helping us out there” Jeanette says with a toothy smile, “tell Xana that we’re sorry about the fence, I’ve got to calm our Helga down.” With a wave, she departs into the nunnery, leaving you with a semi and a whole lot of ambition.