With some effort

After much stumbling, tripping, and one particularly embarrassing face-plant, our long-suffering beauties are able to successfully tail Deedee back to her ramshackle hovel on the edge of town.

The naked and still-bound women spy on the peasant girl from afar. They're hiding (quite clumsily) behind a tree, since they're afraid they might frighten the poor girl more if she saw them again.

"Can you see anything?" Morgala asks with a huff as she wiggles her nose and blinks her eyes.

The elf's face is covered with mud, and since her hands are still tied, she has no real way to wipe it away.

"Um... n-no, I guess not," Thurkla says with great uncertainty.

"Well, can you at least see the girl?" Morgala asks as she plops down on her delicious booty and tries to rub her face on the grass.

The mud is stinging her eyes and the poor woman is just **** for relief.

"No..." Thurkla mumbles. "Do you think we should try to get closer? I mean, maybe there's something around there we could use to cut these stupid bonds?"