Rest a bit.

Before you head off to your chambers, you seek out Yin who isn't far. You explain the plan so that others may know--that you're going to head out today, meet with William Cresswell upon his floating fortress, and investigate a potentially abandoned old laboratory of Elok Daven's. For the time being, you opt to rest up a little. You aren't yet going to sleep, but a brief nap will prepare your body and mind for whatever is in store. Even if it turns out to be nothing, at least you tried. Though what may interest you even more is William himself. This is the first time you'll be able to scope out his home turf, after he's likely seen yours rather thoroughly given the Grenmila situation. Either way, you tell Jelly to wake you up in two hours.

You only remove your scabbard before falling back upon your bed. As you shut your eyes and drift away into a light sleep. You ponder on thing as you do. Elok Daven may be your nemesis here in Absoterra, but that Breiah is just as mysterious. She should probably be considered the same level of threat. From what you understand, it was her goal to create the most powerful Demon King. This seems to be the culmination of that desire. Through trial and error, the two have potentially created the ultimate lifeform. But along that trial, they've left behind ghosts in the past, and some of those spirits are vengeful.

Time passes by.

You're abruptly awoken by a very bouncy alarm clock. The air is **** from your lungs as your eyes snap open in panic. You see Jelly, having landed on top of you, now sitting on your waist. She's once again garbed in her more stylized attire, made by Luna of course. That means a pair of blue jean shorts with torn ends--pockets hanging out the bottom--and a deep purple hoodie with white trim, unzipped around a black tube top. On her feet are rolled up black socks in a pair of black and white sneakers. With her petite physique and puppy dog eyes, you can only stay upset for so long. Your body can also take a lot more punishment than that.

But she shouts aloud the moment she notices you're awake. "Big brother, it's time to get up!" she slams her hands quite hard against your chest as she bounces up and down.

"Excuse me?!"

She then sits up straight and smiles innocently. "Is that no good? But Lynx was reading her books to me, and I feel like I learned so much."

"That literature should probably not be used for education."

"Let me try something else." She ponders for a moment before taking a deep breath, even if she doesn't require air. She puffs out her cheeks, and then suddenly her chest does the same. Like inflating balloons, her breasts stretch out within the straining fabric of her tube top. First they were A cups at best, though now they're pushing Gs. She brings her arms behind her back in a dramatic pose and bounces them up and down. "Little brother~! Mom said it's time to wake up. Don't make me use ****, hmm~?"

You reach up and grab her by the arms. "Jelly. I think perhaps you do need some real world experience after all. You know those books Lynx has are fiction, right? As in, they didn't actually happen?"

She looks to your hands, and then stares you deep in the eyes. A soft, darker shade of purple colours across her face. Her breasts deflate once more, though not all the way back. They stop at a medium size, which draws your attention briefly downward. Two faint bumps push against black fabric of the top, though you know she's just like Peony--no specific parts like that. But unlike a dryad, Jelly can have anything she wishes. "I know," she finally responds. "But Kyle..."

"But what?"

She pulls away, grabs the opening of her hoodie, and pulls it together. "Y-You keep staring," she whispers.

"I--"

Jelly giggles frantically as she crawls off the end of your bed, nearly stumbling over as she goes. The little mischief maker stops near the door, however, and turns back to face you. She puts her hands behind her back and swings on her heels innocently. "Don't worry, Kyle. I'm learning from everyone. I know those books aren't real, silly. I just think they're fun! But everyone here is also fun. I feel so lucky to be close to such wonderful people."

You chuckle. "And we're happy to have you."

She faces away and fidgets about. "I can emulate real people instead," she whispers. Then she turns around, tightly grasping her bouncy bust between her fingers. "Oohh Kyle, d-don't touch them. They're so sensitive~!"

"I could probably guess, but the fact that this could be a few different people is a little concerning."