.: Nika Kamenev :.
Nika's hands curled tightly around the thick stands of Drew's mane as he started up his pace. She entwined her legs around the mule's torso, wrapping her legs up around him as to keep from falling off. When she heard Drew speak up, she couldn't honestly say that him speaking English as a donkey didn't really come as that much as a shock to her. Her eyelids slid shut for a prolonged moment when Drew question what was wrong with her, heaving out a heavy sigh. "I'm alright," she grumbled lowly, trying to reassure Drew, but winced as another wave of horrendous stinging pain shot through her back. She gritted her teeth, stiffening her muscles and inhaling a profound breath. "Now, will you stop worrying?" Nika groaned, her voice cracking slightly as she spoke. "I'll be just fine..." she said in a much softer, soothing tone of voice, her gaze softening as she looked down at Drew. She slowly eased the grip she had around his mane, and softly patted the side of his neck with the palm of her right hand. "No need to worry..." she whispered softly, hoping that Drew would stop fretting about her; she had only known the man for a few minutes, and yet she was there, sitting on the shape shifters back as he carried her home. She felt rather strange, seeing that a complete stranger was actually worried about her safety, but it also felt rather nice that Drew was acting so nervously about her.