Noble.

With another sigh, Vivia rolled her eyes. “Fine. I'll stay right behind the tree, just stay on this side of it, alright?”

The girl relaxed her grip on the Rogue's wrist, and smiled. “Alright. Just don't use too much of it unless you really need to.”

Vivia nodded, pulling her arm free and heading behind the tree. It was relatively private, if anyone else around stuck to their side of the tree. It had a wide trunk, and the bushes provided adequate cover if you stayed low, as she did.

Sitting with her back against the tree—at a spot she made sure had no holes—Vivia loosened her breeches, and pulled them down to her knees. Her underwear wasn't as soaked as she thought it might be, but it was still wet. Casting a wary glance at each side of the tree, she scooped some balm into her fingers, and upon seeing no sign of the girl, she stretched her legs out and spread them apart.

Vivia slid her hand into her underwear, and spread the balm over the dry skin, finding relief in its cool, moist touch. She ran her fingers over her inner thighs, and leaned forward to reach around and under to her tailbone. Grimacing at the task's intimacy, she reluctantly slid her hand back down and began gently applying the ointment along the way.

As her fingers came back around, and she started rubbing her labia, she was reminded of the saplit once more, and just how strange the sensation of it sucking on her skin was. How... good it felt. Vivia's balm-coated fingers slid over her sensitive flesh smoothly and slowly, and she found she wanted to feel that again. Biting her lip, she withheld the urge, knowing someone was just around the tree from her.

But she had to be thorough—the saplit sure was. However, as she slid her finger inside herself, she heard a disconcerting noise.