Good girl, Nakato thought. Just stay like that.
The problem here was going to be the other slaves. Though they looked weary and spiritless, and though some had even drifted off to a restless sleep, she knew she wasn't going to remain unseen. She had no knife, which meant she'd have to pick at Soralyn's knots the old fashioned way--but worse, around those slaves there was no cover. She'd be exposed, the slaves would notice her, and they goddamn better be quiet about it!
Nakato waited, listening and watching. But the men were in the distance, gathered around the fire and doing whatever it was this group did in their down time. Crawling closer, she finally left the cover of the long grass, and took it slow until, finally, she was behind Soralyn.
She didn't go unnoticed. She would be fooling herself to think she could. A woman sitting neck to Soralyn saw her, and Nakato saw her eyes widen and lips part at the sight of, well...a naked, dirty, wild-looking woman crawling up behind them out of the grass. Nakato shook her head quickly and put her finger to her lips again, then pointed to Soralyn's bindings.
Be quiet, she mouthed, and began to pick at the knot.
Fortunately, she had experience with knot-tying, and it began to come loose quick. "Ya ready to run, chickie?" she whispered.