Let Morgan restore you fully

"Sit easy," Morgan says. She brushes back your hair with one hand and contemplates you with the Sight. "Anyroads, this shouldn't be hard."

You bristle inwardly at Morgan leaning in to fix you like this. She means the best, but she's aiming to banish a piece of Tess you were thinking of holding on to.

"Fay?" she asks.

The Sight. She sees how I'm feeling. Bugger and bother and...

Dreadful Love Fay tugs at you. You sigh.

"No, go ahead, Morgan," you say. You compose yourself, recalling that you chose her love, and that it's no heavy burden. "Please."

Morgan regards you for a long minute. "Alright, love, you'll be right as rain in a jiff." she says.

Morgan takes up her wand and stands close, marking out a working circle in the air with the both of you at the center. You tremble at her nearness. She completes the circle thrice over and regards you again. "You're crying," she says.

You cough and sniffle. "Yes. It's alright, I'm just a soppy bitch who should be asleep but has one eye on crooked. Go ahead. Go ahead, Love."

Tess perches in the corner of your vision, drinking in the sight of Morgan caring for you. You don't mind. You'd do the same. Both of you hungry for love, for approval. Watch, Tess, you think. I want you, Tess, you four-eyed, ginger-haired, transforming monster of a prying bitch, but I choose Morgan to keep. For love. And then what Tess had said in that room, to you. I love you, Fay, and you're never getting away again. Her day may come. Perhaps tomorrow. Not tonight, not quite.

Morgan invokes the power into her wand. With her other hand, she holds yours, palm to palm, as she works the undoing and redoing of Fay and Tess into Fay again. Sparks of pain and dizziness and disorientation. A visual explosion of golden sparks. Something departing. A reknitting in your aura. A grand weight of fatigue, of sleepiness.

Morgan catches you before you fall off the bed, holding you to her scarecrow-slim breast, her embrace warm and firm around you, and soft enough. Softer than you deserve.

Your lips frame a word against Morgan's robe, over her heart.

"I know, Fay, I know," she says.

She eases you down to lie on the bed.

You say to Morgan, or you think you say, "Tess, is Tess alright?"

Sleep comes.

Morgan frees you of TRANSFORMATION SPLASH without additional complications.

You have 3 XP.

You have Ambition +2, Bravery -1, Cunning +2, Diligence +0
FRIEND: Morgan, who also owes you a FAVOR.

You have a date to HAVE SEX with Cook.

Tess may still have a piece or two of her soul missing after the escapade with the thought-forms. You're not the same witch who entered that secret apartment in no-space through Tess's side door, nor is she. But she declared her love and her intention to have you. You, the one that got away, left behind in Minerval all unknowing of Tess's regard.

Golondrina's around somewhere, the first-year dragonfolk maiden who eagerly accepted your and Morgan's invitation to relieve her of her burden of virginity, and thereafter accepted your engineering a transfer of her from Leontes and you two from Minerval to meet in House Beavertail.

What's your next order of business after you wake, Fay?