She escapes, and finds Sara

With a last gasp, Nyssa pulled on the arrow and got enough freedom to drag a bare foot through a gap. She rolled back, kicking desperately with the other to free herself of the mess, cheeks burning as she spread her legs to do so. The assassins were definitely close enough to see everything.

She rolled over, only able to pray they hadn't seen her face, that she'd hidden it behind her hair soon enough, and she pushed herself up onto her hands, then onto her feet, and she ran and jumped over another trap-arrow.

She sprinted until she was sure she was too far away for them to worry about following, cheeks burning and chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath, barely able to believe that had actually happened to her. Nyssa closed her eyes, distracting herself.

She tried very, very hard not to think about how that was barely the first leg of the journey back to Nanda Parbat.

She tugged on the rope over her stomach, pulling it back up to try and cover her breasts, when there was a voice.

"Something wrong?"

Nyssa nearly jumped out of her skin, and turning to see that it was just Sara didn't make her feel much better. Like before, Sara was still naked, carrying her costume while she dried under the warm sun. She must be almost done by now.

"My clothes weren't there!" Nyssa said.

"Oh, really? Sorry, must have slipped my mind," Sara said. "I definitely thought about putting them there..."

"I was seen!" Nyssa said hoarsely. "I don't know if they saw my face, but they definitely saw..."

"Saw you putting the ass in assassin?" Sara said. "Ooh, tell me, please."

Sara moved closer, downright flirtatious, even as Nyssa struggled to get her embarrassment under control.

"Sara, be serious!" Nyssa said.

"All part of the skinny dipping experience, trust me," Sara said. "Though if you insist, I did leave your clothes in a little bundle. Neatly tied up in another rope, but over the edge, near the spring. You can pull them up if you go back there."

Nyssa looked at her incredulously.

"You expect me to keep going back to the spring, and back here, with those League trainees waiting to see me again?" Nyssa said.

"You don't have to, if you'd rather make the trip back like you are," Sara said brightly.

Her eyes drifted up and down Nyssa's exposed body. Nyssa barely reacted to that, it was more the prospect of everyone else seeing her that made her nervous.

"Why should I believe you?" Nyssa said.

"You don't have to," Sara said. "I do like you like this."

Sara moved closer, apparently making an effort to distract Nyssa by proximity, the feel of heated skin against skin. Nyssa would admit, it was working. She was glad of any distraction just then.

"So?" Sara whispered in her ear, breasts touching Nyssa's. "What do you say? A journey back to the spring, or a walk back home?"