Mmmmm yeah. (Wyld is getting to where she's having trouble with thoughts that aren't 'desperately kiss her girlfriend.')

Enough talking for a while, then.

Probably eventually they'll be in a fit state of mind to emerge into the world.

Sooner or later. 

Hmmm let's make it later, Luc' wants to go back and try the third room again.

There's no harm in some extra time together...

A little bit of hurting, but no harm.

Giggle. 

It's around this point where Wyld gets an alert that someone has breached the temple's perimeter.

"...Ugh really."

"Intruder," she tells Luc', untying herself and then heading out without bothering to get clothes on (though she does call on the flows of Essence to heal herself).

The spirits guarding this place are smart, and wouldn't have alarmed like that for an animal, passing traveler, or Eridani or Ridis, and there's a separate alert for any soldier bearing Ridis's coat of arms. 

She can get to the front pretty quickly, though she'll slow down if the spirits indicate she needs to or Luc' needs the time. 

A tall woman carrying a large scythe, its blade a misty grey curve arcing wickedly through the air, lurks outside the entrance. Her hair is long and pale, her skin bone-white and smooth. She wears a black velvety dress with long gloves and high stockings, a dark silk blindfold wrapped around most of the upper half of her face. On her shoulder perches a bird the same color as her skin with a rough texture to its feathers. It cocks its head at Wyld as she emerges.

"Fffuck me sideways," the woman says, not too quietly. She doesn't turn her head. "You're not dead."

"Alive and kicking." That's weird enough Wyld forgets a lot of her annoyance about being interrupted in favor of interest. "And I could double up the fucking and the proving it," she says, tone light and flirtatious, even as her expression remains not quite friendly. 

Snort.

"It's been long enough that I'm almost tempted. How pathetic is that..."

"Just good taste."

"Yeah, right."

"So you're not one of Deathdick Jerkwad's little fuckin' chess pieces, you smell wrong for one of those weird raksha assholes... What the fuck are you doing here?"

"Taking advantage of a remote, fully equipped sex dungeon, among other things."

"What're you doing here?"

"What, you have an archaeology fetish or something?"

"I'm- looking for someone."

"The ruin's in pretty good condition."

"Who're you looking for? I've been here a couple months, so I know the area, and the spirits here all like me."

"If you're here, she's not."

"The spirits would know if she used to be, I bet."

She shakes her head. "Wouldn't have been that long ago."

Then her face contorts in fury and she abruptly turns and kicks a nearby rock. "Godsdammit!" The rock goes flying far out sight.

...A familiar sentiment. 

"I can help, if you want to stick around - especially if you don't have other leads. There's a lot of weird sorcery stuff here, and a lot of it's good for tracking."

"Fuck!" She stays turned away from Wyld.

The bird tilts its head to look back. "...Might as well. It'll take three months to get anywhere else at this point."