Kolin's lack of extra movements was taken as a problem. What was more, apparently this time Jason decided to listen when Nerys pointed out how Kolin was most likely to treat the situation between Kolin and herself. There was no real relief in Nerys in the moment as she watched Kolin be kicked in the abdomen. Again, she didn't really like violence or anything of the sort, she just didn't want to die because Kolin obviously didn't know how she felt. Kolin was knocked away from Jason with the same kind of vigor she'd once used to kick Leorio away from her when she was displeased. Was this retribution for her prior actions? Surely not, she was Queen, it was her disposition to be pleased nothing she'd done while ruling was wrong... it was simply her right. Ah, but they were on the Argo now, and nothing was really her right anymore. Nerys was ordered along with Kolin to accompany the Captain and this was no problem for the white haired mage. Covered in jizz and strutting about in heels and a thong like she ruled the world, she was hardly shy and again enjoyed being watched so it wasn't as if she took issue with modesty. Besides, she was fairly certain that keeping Jason waiting while she dressed again wasn't the best idea. Nerys walked along slightly behind the man, not looking down.
Why wasn't she looking down, because Kolin was there, being dragged along by her hair again. She seemed to be fussy still, moving from side to side unsure of how her plans to kill Nerys had turned into more abuse she didn't readily sign up for. Soon they came upon the deck and saw what happened to Leorio. Now, Nerys hadn't been present when the lad had interrupted and gotten himself into trouble. She knew what the lad was like, and how he aimed to please Kolin at all costs, strangely though taking in the sight of him completely wrecked in such a way just made Nerys' eyes widen as she covered her mouth. "Beg your pardon Captain, I have to go..." she skittered off in those heels towards the edge of the ship where she could throw up into the sands in peace. That was way too much, even for someone with a man's constitution. It was especially bad when she looked over at Kolin who seemed completely unfazed though a little frightened. She wouldn't have done this much to the lad, but she also felt nothing for him. He was after all a means to an end. And beyond that point he'd dared to question what she was doing and how she was doing it... he should have learned that lesson days ago. She paid him no mind when he asked his question and instead her attention was turned to Jason. His claim was that the sort of attention Leorio received was obviously the type she wanted. Of course it wasn't nobody would want that sort of attention, she definitely didn't. She wanted all of his attention, she wasn't sure why... she enjoyed the rough things he did to her, but she had no desire to be turned into the human equivalent of a toilet. If she did get turned into a thing, it shouldn't have anything to do with how she treated her people. In her own mind, they were hers, to do with as she pleased... and they received whatever form of punishment she felt like whenever they did anything to incur her wrath... this wasn't truly a problem at all, tryants were still leaders. "No, of course I don't want that kind of treatment from you or anybody else. Please, I'm begging don't let them do anything like that to me..." she was near tears. She didn't understand any of this, but while she didn't care what happened to anyone else, she cared immensely about what happened to her. He claimed if she wanted to apologize she'd do it with her body, she aimed to immediately. Clutching herself to Jason trying to attach herself to his groin by her hands and mouth... pressing the softness of her body against him. She truly didn't wish to imagine herself in such a position, but she wouldn't change how she acted to those who crossed her.