"Focus(!)" Yvette sharply whispered to herself, pinching her arm.
She turned away from the goblin, walking off the bedroll, and started making her way into the direction of the feet of the four-foot tall giantess, walking parallel to the goblin's bed, the least cluttered part of the room, as far as she could see.
At some risk, she kept walking in a straight line, over the blanket, but made it all the way down, past the entire bed, eventually.
It had gotten properly dark.
The goblin's fire had completely died down, and the light of the moon and stars only leaked in from through the hole in the roof and cracks in the structure.
I knew I should've taken a lantern with me. Maybe some candles...
Eventually, Yvette reached what she recognized as a wooden tankard, lying on it's side. It didn't smell like anything, and the insides felt dry enough. Either it had dried out, or it had been tossed on the floor, clean.
In any case, the opening was facing away from the goblin, and Yvette wasn't sure she'd be able to find anything better, considering the lack of visibility.
Carefully scavenging around the vicinity of the tankard, Yvette found some clean-enough scraps of cloth to serve as a makeshift bed, and turned in inside the empty vessel as some sort of sleeping nook.
As Yvette got comfortable, her mind drifted to thoughts of the witch and goblin, towering over her, shifting towards fantasies about, relatively to her, giant women she'd known, seen, or made up, as her hand found its way between her legs, while she explored this newly discovered fetish that had surfaced from the hidden depts of her mind.
Yvette's muscles tensed and clenched up, her breath staggering, and the tension released, a feeling of warmth and relief rushing through her body.
Eyes wide open, she laid there, staring at the "ceiling" of the tankard above her, before readjusting her tunic, and rolling over on to her side.
Conflicted about wanting to return to her normal life, and trying to live out some of the fantasies she'd been thinking of, Yvette slowly but surely drifted away as she listening to the snoring of the goblin.
Maybe... that witch -... - could -...
With that thought half finished, Yvette fell asleep.
~
Yvette opened her eyes.
The room in front of her was filled with the dim light of dawn, barely seeping in through the windowless hut.
Sitting up on her makeshift bed, she found herself surprisingly well rested, given the sleeping arrangements.