Try to process the last 24 hours.

You stand, leaves spread, contemplating the sun back at base. An awful lot had happened in the last day, you were starting to understand why heroes were so impatient all the time: they were born into a world where there was literally never a dull moment. You had climbed out of that canyon for the first time in your life yesterday afternoon. Today you had been named the monster Messiah, taken a priestesses virginity, almost died, and now you were apparently at war with the spiders. You felt like screaming.

But you were experienced in dealing with frustration and panic so you stood there, in the sunniest spot within your lair, contemplating the sun. You'd filled up on mana half an hour ago but you really don't want to move...you might start another war. Dana is leaning up against a tree a few feet away, ankles bound by your roots, quietly braiding leaves. Neither of you have said a word since the spider attack. Finally the quiet gets to Dana and she speaks up, "...so what are you going to do now?" I am going to watch the sun till I'm staring off into the sunset. And then I'm going to sleep. You don't look at her but you know she's giving you an incredulous stare.

"But what about the spiders?" What about them? "They'll be back! You have to...I don't know. Shore up your defenses or something!" It was nice to see that there was still fire in her, you felt weirdly attached to the girl, considering you'd slain her party and almost done the same to her yesterday. "-and what about me?!" ...what about-? She jumps up, almost falling forward as she forgets her feet are rooted to the ground. "Y-you...and me...we..." Had really killer sex. She flushes crimson and kicks at your bonds. "What am I supposed to do now that I...I..."

Her eyes tear up and you suddenly feel an absurd wave of guilt wash over you. You wade over to her, wrapping your sun-warmed leaves around her in an embrace. Hush Hush, you must still have your powers. You healed me this morning...thanks for that by the way. You **** on the words but you feel indebted to the girl, she did save you from another eternity in that canyon. "That wasn't...I don't know how that worked. I was trying to pray for a miracle but I couldn't contact the goddess...and then suddenly you were healed."

You'd been trying to puzzle it out all morning yourself. Priestesses draw their power from their deity...but you'd severed that link to her last night. Oh great, that was something else you owed the girl. You slap a vine to your face. It had all seemed so straightforward when she was just another bitchy heroine you could finally get some payback on. Ok...ok, here's what we're going to do. You grip her by the shoulders, looking into her tear-stained face. We're going to come up with a plan.