Author's Note : This is just a seemingly funny idea (atleast for me) that popped out of my head, and I decided to play with it. This is pure fluff, and perhaps a little 'me-time' for Cara.
For some odd reason, the pain did not help Cara in her quest to get at the very least a minimal amount of sleep. It was that dull-and-much-less-painful-than-an-agiel-caused pain, the kind which was far too comfortable for a Mord'Sith. But that was the least of Cara's problems for the moment.
She was laying on the ground, staring at the stars, like she usually would after she stood watch for the rest of the group. But something was unusual about it. Looking at her legs, a scowl adorned her face as she remembered why exactly she couldn't rest.
The almighty Mother Confessor, the great Kahlan Amnell… was sitting on her legs. Well, more like sleeping, really, for the very reason that no matter how hard the Mord'Sith tried pulling her legs out, the numbness did not help, not to mention it wasn't exactly the easiest thing to wake up the slightly snoring woman. She seemed far too comfortable in her place.
Cara tried whatever she could think of, or find in order to pry the slumbering woman off of her limbs. First, she tried pulling said limbs out. That was plan A, and it failed miserably.
Then came her second bright idea. She tried poking Kahlan with a stick, because she couldn't sit up properly to poke or push her in any way. That was plan B, which ended with the stick broken.
After a long chain of thoughts, which included a shoving mechanism, the discovery of electricity without the use of magic, and a great amount of self control and planning in order to keep herself from hurting the Mother Confessor, she came up with the magnificent plan C, destroying the world.
Of course, once again the plan failed due to the same reason plan A failed. That was when she realized she was out of plans, and in a miserable state. She felt quite disgraced.
For a while, she endured, since, let's face it, pain is but a tickle to a Mord'Sith. But slowly, over the few hours which have been spent listening to Kahlan's and Zedd's snore serenade, Cara found herself in a fleeting need. And relieving herself on the Mother Confessor's sleeping form, while seemingly a very fulfilling idea, was not part of her plans, for that would only anger Lord Rahl. She did not want that.
Her thoughts went on and on, mostly about wet things, which did not help at all. There was a point where she started humming and pursing her lips in a silent cry. After that, came the time when she laughed at this seemingly humiliating situation. But that didn't stop the feeling of her kidneys exploding.
Cara did not want to wake everyone up, but at the present situation, she was almost sure that this was the only way she could escape certain death. Where the hell was Richard anyway? Never around when she needed him, that's for sure. The Seeker would probably find an easy way to tip the scale to the Mord'Sith's favor and let her go.
Cara silently wondered if this was what it felt like to be helpless, although she could not imagine anyone in the same situation as she was in right now. It seemed highly unlikely.