Go see Selas.

Getting dressed, you return to your guest bedroom and turn the dial to the Lusandar crest. While you wait for the room to set into place, you shake your head and sigh. There is no reason why you should check up on her, much less care for her, but something tells you that, maybe by showing compassion and empathy to a mother of your children, some shred of your humanity might rub off on them. Her room clunks secure dully, making your hall shudder. Sighing again, you knock politely, but hearing no response, enter anyway.

It's... different from what you remember. The walls are still that purplish brick, but off to the side is a fireplace, already alight, giving the room a warm glow. The divan has been replaced with a four poster bed, large enough for four people to sleep in without touching each other... or other activities. Hanging by the windows, you see pictures or paintings, you're not sure which, of Selas, her and her friends, her and Nanny Mara, and what you think may be the dried out husks of her previous hosts. But the resident of the room is nowhere to be found. Looking around, you find her her tail dangling miserably from above.

Following it, you find it's mistress sitting cross-legged, upside down in a corner of the ceiling, sulking. "Hey," you say, twisting around so as to look her the right way up. Her response is to look down or up at you. "I spoke with Mara. She seems nice."

"Did more than_ 'talk' _with her," she grunts, hunkering down into her wings. "What do you want?"

"You looked miserable at dinner," you shrug, trying to find a comfortable angle. "Thought I'd, you know, check on how you're doing. I'm surprised though. I've seen you wear literally nothing, but that outfit... really made you uncomfortable."

"'Uncomfortable'? Comfort is not the problem." she snaps. Dropping down and landing with a thud, she stomps over to you and you take a step back out of reflex. Shrugging her wings back, she reveals that she's still wearing her dinner outfit. "Look at this. Look at it!" she screeches, waving her hands wildly to show off her body. "Where's the tease? The anticipation? The build up?" You raise an eyebrow at her, completely confused.

Selas groans incredulously at you and shrugs her wings forwards. When they pull away, she's changed into a T-shirt and leggings. "You see these?" She says, cupping her breasts and presenting them to you. You nod, and then recoil in surprise when she pulls her shirt up and they seem to have gone from softball sized to grapefruits. "Boom! Chest Pillows! And how bout now?" Her shirt goes back down and up again, and they've shrunk down significantly. "Itty Bitty Titties!" Turning to her side, she gives her ass the same treatment, making it change sizes and even adding on some tattoos or piercings here and there.

That was a direction you were not expecting, and you can't help but laugh. "That's what you were mad about? That it shows off too much?"

She glares at you angrily, before marching over to one of her couches and dropping into it with a huff. Wiping a tear from your eye, you walk over to her and give her a small smile. Her head snaps to the other side, still not wanting to look at you, before sighing heavily. Checking yourself, you find that you've still got a little bit left in the tank that you can spare, and you feel that Selas could use some cheering up.