Sara

"Hey!"

Nyssa had only taken a couple of steps when she heard a voice. She jumped, instinctively covering up with her arms, looking around wildly for the source of the sounds. She should have noticed anyone nearby, she knew that, but she wasn't exactly at the top of her game just them.

A familiar blonde was sat, resting over a nearby rock. She eyed Nyssa, an obvious grin on her face.

Of all people, being seen nude by Sara was at least less embarrassing. She was also the one person Nyssa didn't feel totally undignified trying to hide behind her arms with, and Nyssa was more than glad to take advantage of the rare opportunity for that scrap of modesty.

"Sara!" Nyssa said.

"Where are your clothes?" Sara said.

Nyssa blinked. Sara, meanwhile, hopped off the rock. She was still naked, still slightly damp from the spring and apparent deciding to forgo the outfit until she was dry. She was carrying her outfit in one hand, considerably less concerned about her own exposure while it was just Nyssa.

"You took them," Nyssa said, low.

"Well, yeah, but just to spook you," Sara said. "I left them under a rock so they wouldn't blow away. Didn't you see them?"

Nyssa stared. She fidgeted a little, suddenly feeling even more embarrassed. She couldn't have snuck past those assassins for nothing, could she?

"What?" Nyssa said.

"Boulder thing, those old painted three lines on," Sara said. "Nyssa, you can't think I'd really expect you to run naked all the way back, could you?"

"It... crossed my mind," Nyssa said.

Sara smirked. "It is a hell of a mental image, I'll give you that. Kind of tempted now."

"Sara!"

"Alright, alright," Sara said. She hopped closer, kissing her girlfriend. "At least you've got a fun story to tell."

Like she was ever going to acknowledge this happening to anyone. Nyssa hesitated. So she did know where her clothes were, assuming Sara was truthful, but...

But they were on the other side of the camp of assassins. She'd need to sneak past them again, just as naked. Nyssa swallowed.