Problem solving...

You are awoken in the morning by the servant girl from last night gently knocking on your door, "Milady? It's Dahlia. Your mother wishes to have breakfast with you." "Mm-Ok... tell her I'll be right there..." you mumble, trying to reactivate your unresponsive body. "...do you want help dressing milady?" Good god, did these people do anything by themselves? Fortunately noble laziness worked to your advantage today, "Ah, yes ple-um... Yes." Considering you'd never actually spoken with a mouth before yesterday you were somewhat proud of your sense of etiquette, even though you had to repress it for the time being.

Dahlia roots through the myriad of possible outfits, electing a "simple" sundress that nevertheless emphasized your regal features. You're about to slip out of bed before you catch yourself, "You know what, I'll put it on myself Dahlia. You're excused." She bows herself out, closing the door as you let out a breath. That was close. You had a difficult time putting the dress on, you had to protect yourself from the sunlight streaming into the window and your muscles were so stiff you could barely bend to pull out a pair of slippers. You can feel Eirene's HP has recovered slightly from yesterdays exploits but your first order of business is to find some healing... after the breakfast with mommy-dearest. Your own body on the other hand appears to have lost some health points: your normally moist skin is wrinkled and dry. Tuning into the sensations of your own body you feel an almost painful itchiness pervading your flesh.

Quickly running to the bathroom you draw the curtains and disrobe, running some cool water over yourself till you've rehydrated. Your health still hasn't recovered though and Eirene's still too weak for you to safely drain hers. Never before had you appreciated just how nice and damp the cave had been. You'd never go back if you could help it but you had to find a solution to this dryness. Ugh... so much to do and so few ideas for how to do it... Wait a sec.

Your lips twitch involuntarily as you remember your musings of hiding inside Eirene. Oh boy... how're we going to do this...

After some quick internal debate (Mother was probably getting impatient), you hastily gag and bind Eirene as tightly as you can while still controlling her body. In order to move you'll have to withdraw at least some of your control and you're sure Eirene's consciousness is waiting for the moment to reject you completely. Ok... here we go.

You withdraw your essence, trying to ignore the cavernous void of sensory deprivation, and squirm as fast as you can between her legs. Surprisingly, she doesn't begin to struggle till you've almost reached your target. She must have had as much trouble waking up as you did moving her body. She tries to squish you between her thighs but your re-moisturized body easily morphs to accept the tight space. She really starts putting up a fight when you reach the next tight space...

Once you've situated yourself you hastily rush your essence back into Eirene. It's surprisingly easy to shove her out of control, maybe she's not as aware of her internal essence as you are, and soon you're blinking blearily in the dark bathroom. Ah... sight. Oh, how you'd missed it. A knock sounds at the door, "Are you alright milady?" You wriggle out of the binds that Eirene had already loosened, pulling out your gag and tossing the whole set of torn cloth into the wastebasket. You weren't planning on relinquishing control again. "Yes Dahlia, just sore." You redress and look yourself up and down in the mirror. A flicker of your hosts anger crosses her face before you solidify your mental barriers. You raise an eyebrow at your reflection, "Just be glad I didn't climb up your ass." Now that you're hidden and you won't be drying out, that's at least half your problems checked off the list.

Opening the door you give the worried servant a bright smile before continuing on to the stairs, adjusting to the new pressure in your abdomen.