Follow Sarah and Lynnyssea to the healing centre.

Lynnyssea led Sarah to one of the side doors they passed by when they were first shown their guest quarters. It was labaled in Darnassian: 'Healing Centre". Sarah spoke before Lynnyssea could open the door: "Thank you. For not telling them how you found me..." Lynnyssea looked back at Sarah. She had always admired the warlock for never showing weakness. She didn't like what she had become after she had rescued Sarah from the tentacle's ****. The brunette looked ashamed. Broken. When they met their friends earlier she had not even spoken a word.

Lynnyssea felt a large amount of compassion for her right now. She took Sarah's hand and looked her in the eyes as she spoke. "Listen to me, Sarah. What happened wasn't your fault. You need not be ashamed. We will go in there and you have to tell the healers everything. That's the only way they can help you and undo the damage that thing did to your body."

Sarah nodded weakly as she led Lynnyssea push open the doors and lead her inside. The room was similar in appearance to the guest rooms. A large circular room filled the middle, with various smaller rooms to the side. The middle room contained various desks, bookshelves and supply cabinets. Sarah heard grunting coming from one of the side rooms. It sounded like moaning. Not that moaning was a weird sound to hear in a healing centre, but these were clearly not moans of pain. A large male Night Elf approached the pair of strangers as they closed the door behind them.

"Excuse me, ladies. This area of the temple is off limits. We do not want you to disturb our patients," he said sternly. He was dressed in green robes, patterned with various leaves and vines. His green hair and beard lookt unkempt, while his eyes shone with brilliant purple radiance. This was no priestess. Only women were allowed to join the priesthood of Elune. He was a druid.

"Excuse us, sir druid," Lynnyssea started. "My friend here needs medical attention. She was assaulted by something in her room when a rejuvination ritual went wrong." The stern look on the man's face lessened. "I am no expert in such matters, but my oath forbids me to turn away those in need. Let's take you to an empty room so I can examine you." He gestured to one of the side rooms that had the door open.

The pair entered the room, shortly followed by the druid. The room was the same size as the guest quarters, with a single bed, a desk and a wash basin on a stand. A lantern with a blue flickering flame was hanging from the ceiling, bathing the room in a cool blue light. "My name is Fendoriaen," the druid said. "I am a druid of the Cenarion Circle, specialized in matters of the sleeping mind. You said your friend was assaulted?"

Lynnyssea nodded. "I found her naked in her room. She was being dragged into a portal by a mass of purple tentacles. She was covered in a stinking slime." The druid nodded, looking concerned. "I need you to undress, Miss. I want to see what type of damage the tentacles did to your body. Sarah shivered. She didn't want to undress in front of this stranger, but Lynnyssea gave her **** as she moved to help undo Sarah's robe.

She lifted the robe over her head, giving it to Lynnyssea who neatly folded it and put it on the desk. All three occupants of the room were unaware of what was hiding in one of the inner pockets. A small piece of the severed tentacles was healing itself in there. Transforming into something new. It was separated from its parent and it felt very lonely. It wanted to attach to something, anything, and bond with it.

The druid inspected Sarah's body, noting the bruises where the tentacles had roughly squeezed her. There were marks on her arms, legs, neck and around her freckled breasts. "Did the creature enter you as well?," he asked, motioning towards the warlocks bruised pussy and ass. Sarah nodded weakly, ashamed of this man looking at her most private places.

"Right. I shall prepare a healing draught and a sleeping draught, as well as a salve to put on those bruises. It is best you remain here tonight as the medicine works to cleanse your body of any toxins that may be present." Lynnyssea looked at the druid with relief. "Why the sleeping potion, though?," Sarah asked carefully. "It puts you in a deep sleep. Makes sure you don't move to much as you rest. It's safe and tested, but if you're uncomfortable I can just give you the healing draught," he replied.