Things get worse

The two women are thrown back into reality by a loud crash of thunder.

Sally instinctively clings to Hilda, a lingering by-product of her old views. Hilda moans as Sally tightens her grips, which the stewardess mistakes for pain.

"Sorry mist... Hilda," Sally says as she lets go of her crush and stands up, unintentionally giving Hilda a great whiff of her mound. "We need to look for shelter before it starts..."

A torrential downpour immediately starts up before she can finish her sentence.

"...raining." Sally finishes as the water cascades down her body. It's a very cold rain, and causes her to start shivering almost instantly. "We need to find shelter or we'll catch our death of cold!"

Sally looks down at Hilda who seems lost in her own little world.

That poor woman, Sally thinks. She's taking this all really hard.

"Come on!" Sally yells over the rain as she gently shakes Hilda and pulls her to her wobbly feet. "We need to find a cave or something until this all blows over!"

Hilda meekly nods, but does little else. Seeing the knight's sluggish response, Sally decides she has to take control. She grabs Hilda by the hand and blushes. As she stares deeply into Hilda's (rather vacant at the moment) eyes her heart beats faster.

I'M HOLDING HER HAND! I'M HOLDING HILDA'S HAND!!!! Sally screams to herself, trying to maintain her composure. And it's soooooo soft!

"I think I remember there being one this way," says the former servant as she drags her former mistress along like a docile child.