You're not sure.

The extra night's sleep helps you recover enough strength for you to limp over to her room. Opening the door without knocking, you have to pause for a moment, as it seems to have grown almost infinitely larger than you remember. Hanging your head and sighing, you enter.

The concrete walls are gone, replaced by a nebulous swirling vortex of blacks, oranges and reds. Your footsteps echo as you approach the solid beam of light shining down onto the floor. As you draw closer, grey and purple bricks rise up, replacing the churning colors with solid stone walls, lit with sconces along them, until you come upon a flight of stairs spiraling upwards. They go up for miles and miles, but you climb them without breaking a sweat or needing to catch a breath.

When you reach the top, you're greeted by a young purple skinned woman in a plain but elegant green dress, sitting on a large divan. "Hey. Feeling better?" She smiles at you, her fangs just starting to come in. It takes you a moment, but you recognize that that's Selas.

"Selas? Is that you?" you gape, looking her up and down. She looks completely different. Her horns have just start to poke out through her hair, and fully unfurled, her wings would just clear her shoulders. Her body is slimmer and skinnier than how she usually is. If you could translate it to normal humans, she looks like a teenager. "You look younger."

"Thanks," she smiles, twirling her tail around in her fingers. "I am. I haven't been this young for...centuries. Several centuries actually." Shifting over, she pats the side of the divan, asking you to join her. You do and she shifts back, leaning into you. "So...first of all, I want to say that I'm sorry. I got just a little too baby crazy and maybe, kind of, sort of, overdid it on the Milk Jelly thing."

"A little?" you smirk, raising an eyebrow at her. "A little was when you started cooking it. What you were, the last couple of days, was batshit insane."

"Okay, okay, I was a lot baby crazy," she admits, rolling her eyes. She places her hand on your chest and slowly starts stroking it. "I want to make it up to you. And I would be lying if I said that it wasn't something I want too."