Yes, she can rest now.

"You have fought well, Hyrkanian." The priestess gives an approving nod as she walks towards the triumphant Sonja. "You can rest now."

"I will leave now." The she-bandit proclaims and tries to stand. Her ordeal, however, has finally caught up with the redhead. The ****, the fighting and the fucking has left the brigand exhausted. Sonja's legs give and she sits back down in the middle of the puddle that was her former lovers. The water itself feels strangely warm, inviting and healing, and all the she-bandit now desires is to yield to the overwhelming need to sleep.

The blonde servant of Bel bends down and gently cups Sonja's cheek. "You can leave." She gives a reassuring smile with a very kind voice. "But now rest. We can talk again after you sleep."

"But, I . . ." Sonja tries to resist, but can only lie down, as a wave of slumber over comes her. The she-bandit's final thoughts is the comforting feeling that the water is beginning to cover her like some warm blanket, as the beautiful voice of the priestess begins to sing strange words that sound almost like a lullaby.