"Well enough," Lust said, turning to look at the dark haired woman beside her. She had taken off so abruptly the night before. Not that Lust minded - she had never been fond of traveling in large groups. Too much discussing and organizing needed. She tossed her hair behind her shoulders, letting the heavy mass hang down her back. She had never needed to shower in her former life, never worried about dirt or bodily secretions. Her hair alone took as long to wash as her body.

But this woman seemed an able fighter and not prone to hysterics or fear. That earned her some respect from Lust, who had no time for those who dithered and whimpered and couldn't help themselves.

"And your own travels?"