Muffled giggling. 

(Can Elvira help Val get cleaned up? Val will help her in turn, of course.)

Of course, darling.

She's decent pretty quickly, and lets Svetka know (after kissing Elvira again).

Svetka opens her eyes.

"It's a good thing we didn't require the services of our fearless tracker while she was occupied."

She laughs again. 

" - Wait, what're you holding?" She nods to the antlers.

"The reason we didn't need your services."

"You found the stag already?"

"He found us, actually."

"Congratulations."

"Thanks."

"We'll need a fabrikator to shape it into a usable form." She glances at Svetka. "That journey shouldn't be as long, though."

"Back to Ryevost, then."

"In the morning," she says, quietly. "We'll camp here, still."

"Yes, General."

The Darkling is attentive to Svetka that night. Not passionately making out with her, not in company, but... Caring, all the same.

And in the morning - 

To Ryevost. They reach it by early afternoon, and the Darkling summons the fabrikator she had ordered to wait for them there. 

She draws Svetka aside, again. "The design of the amplifier is flexible," she says. "And the fabrikator will make it into any shape I command." She hums. "I have a fairly good idea of what I want, there."

"I want... I want what you want."

"A collar," she says, "With the points framing your lovely face."

"Yes."

Kiss.

Kiss!!

"Let's get you your collar, good girl."

"Yes ma'am."

She's very exacting in the design she gives the fabrikator, and he makes it quickly. The Darkling takes it from him - takes Svetka into a private room - and slips it around her neck. 

The Darkling kisses her, intensely, as she locks the collar in place. 

It's a very, very good kiss.

And Svetka's body is no longer entirely her own. She kneels, without intending to do so, and the Darkling rests a hand on her head.