Wait and then go.

You have no way to properly time this without a watch or your phone, but you stand around for awhile, watching the occasional critter scurry by, and wonder what exactly Nyllia has instore. Tick tock tick tock. Then finally, you decide it's been long enough. Ready or not, here you come. You follow the direction she disappeared towards for a couple minutes, and as you do, the sound of running water becomes more audible.

At last, the claustrophobic feeling of being so densely compact in this forest becomes alleviated as you see between the branches and underbrush that there is definitely some sort of opening nearby. It must be where she went. You push the foliage away with your hands, and then you step foot into the clearing.

You suddenly feel a pang of deja vu. You swear you've been here before, though you're coming in from a different angle or something. Either way, in this clearing, you see a beautiful stream running down from a falls--water above the height of one's knees flowing slowly between shiny rocks. Though the sun still isn't out, your eyes have adjusted to dimness of the denser parts of this forest, so the exposed sky above still illuminates the stream in such a captivating way. The noise is relaxing as well. Yet, such a sight you only notice for seconds before the true beauty catches your attention and keeps it permanently.

It's Nyllia Tesgella, once again standing in the stream. Not a single garment clothes her body. The gentle mist of the nearby falls coasts her in a coat of crystalline droplets--her hair already wet, long and pink down her back. Such a perfect, slender, busty, captivating body usually hidden behind a suit of armour still feels like something one isn't meant to see, just as it was all that time ago. You remember when you stumbled upon her bathing nearby. It was one of the strangest and most memorable moments of your life, as instead of being upset, she almost encouraged you. That was when you saw the other side of Nyllia--something not even her party at the time knew about. And here she is, staring right back at you all the same, and all you can do is gawk just like you did back then.

She slides her fingers back through her silken hair as her smooth, wet skin glistens. Two small, pink tips poke up, cold and firm, where water rolls over her breasts, down her navel, and down the sultry curves of her hips, and the cheek of her ass, before they pass her thighs and reach the running water once more.

Every fantasy lover's dream--running into an elven woman bathing in the woods. And this time, unlike before, you know full well that you can approach. You can almost feel the invisible string between your hearts. The intensity between you is almost thick enough to cut, and it isn't just from her. You stare right back at her with a growing hunger--a burning passion as you realize why she brought you here. This is her quest. This is her date.

Knowing full well your eyes linger, she slowly and meticulously caresses her hands down over her curves, all while her pink gaze remain on you.

Finally, she speaks.

"Pardon me, Mr. Warren... but I am currently bathing myself."

Already, you've unhinged your chest plate and let it fall to the ground. "I see that," you reply.

A smile spreads across her face. "I would not mind if you joined me," she says, much more quiet, more deep, and more alluring.

"I'll do more than join you."