Outside the carriage.
Nerida stood with her back to the carriage.
The memory of that wild night with the man was still replaying in her mind. Though she appeared calm, she couldn't help but blush faintly. She gave a soft cough, trying to act as if she wasn't bothered by it.
A day and a night had passed. It was now early morning, and the first light of dawn was breaking outside.
"CHIRP CHIRP..."
The chirping of birds echoed from the trees along the road.
She turned slightly to look at the carriage behind her and spoke. "To the... friend... in the carriage... ahem... What happened last night was an accident. Let's just pretend it never happened."
'As she said this, Nerida felt a pang of guilt. These words... they make me sound just like some heartless jerk who gets what he wants and then refuses to take responsibility. No, wait, I'm the woman. He's not the one at a disadvantage in a situation like this.'
