Healing Leraje

Leraje is laid out in a small room that you suppose is the infirmary. You don't fit in it very well.

Her blue skin is pale, and her limbs are even thinner than they were yesterday. Her belly is starting to show the swell of pregnancy. A minotaur warrior sits near her with a bowl of broth; he's trying to feed her, but you can tell that this isn't really part of his skillset.

Your hindbrain passes you a spell description, from your new Priest of Light class:

True Restoration II: Removes all debuffs with a value less than 100K mana. Removes exhaustion, dehydration, malnutrition, parasites. Cleans the target's skin, hair, and clothing.

Your mana dips slightly, and the spell takes hold. Her body fixes itself as you watch. Her thighs firm; her body fills out, skin no longer hanging off of her. Her torso grows real muscles and flesh instead of the emaciated ribcage she'd sported earlier. Her breasts grow to C-cup; her string bikini fits much better.

Her eyes open.

You find that you're angry. "Self-destructive idiot," you growl. "What were you thinking? Eat when you're hungry. Sleep when you're tired! Why can't you take care of yourself? And didn't you think I might want to seduce you properly, instead of pronging you in an alcove or pounding you like a tauren?"

"Hey!" she says. "I'm an adult --"

"Then act like one!" you snap. "You're the only high-level character in this fortress and we NEED YOU ALIVE! What would Reala think, if she saw you last night?"

Her eyes go wide. She definitely cares about what Reala thinks.

"You can still... seduce me properly," she says in a small voice. "I'm okay with it --"

"Earn it," you snap.

You'd like to storm off, but sixteen tons of slime-body can't leave the room very quickly, so there's sort of an awkward silence as you ooze away. It would be ridiculous to invest in a fast movement upgrade so that you could storm out of rooms more efficiently. Sure would be useful now, though.

You do feel a little bit guilty -- it's maybe partly your fault, for not explaining your plan for her properly before you got to the breeding chamber. But it's more her fault for being a self-destructive idiot.

The phrase "self-destructive idiot" rings an alarm bell. You stop. "Your new Void Beam spell," you say. "Can you survive casting it?"

"...Technically yes?" she admits. "If I get strong healing right away?"

"And were you going to tell us that before using it?" you ask.

"I was going to use it at Citrinas," she says. "Survival wasn't really on the table."

"Don't use it unless I can get to you to heal you," you say. "That's an order."

You resume oozing out the door. Idiot, idiot, idiot.

You stop again. "I'm sorry about that, for what it's worth," you say. "When you asked how we'd do the quest, I could have just explained..."

Leraje snickers. "Did you just apologize for making me **** you?" She waves a hand, dismissing the very idea. "Part of being competent is owning your decisions. I know whose fault last night was, and it wasn't yours. Don't worry about it. And... thanks."

You finally make it out the door. She calls after you: "Eight of ten for dicking, zero of ten for classy exit. Do better next time!"

Well. Could've gone worse, you suppose.