[Konoha, somewhat easily influenced, immmediately starts to look about herself. She'd hardly examined herself since arriving here, unless you counted that she'd pinched herself pretty good a few times... it could be anywhere! She pulls up her sleeves, turns her forearms this way and that, bends at the waist and spreads her equine legs apart so that she can look down her own belly, up and down the limbs not covered by leather "leggings" of sorts of her "skirt"...
But then she pauses, craning her neck from her now strange position to look back up at him.
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[Konoha, somewhat easily influenced, immmediately starts to look about herself. She'd hardly examined herself since arriving here, unless you counted that she'd pinched herself pretty good a few times... it could be anywhere! She pulls up her sleeves, turns her forearms this way and that, bends at the waist and spreads her equine legs apart so that she can look down her own belly, up and down the limbs not covered by leather "leggings" of sorts of her "skirt"...
But then she pauses, craning her neck from her now strange position to look back up at him.
Why she was here...]
... what else could it be?
[Waking up anytime now... surely. Surely.]