Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20170112225309/@comment-28358106-20170117204954

Cyndwella is somewhat disarmed at Armata's reaction. She had expected something more of a struggle from one whose reputation was so unrepentant. Even still, she finds it difficult to speak the words she knows she must, because it means she has to let go of Emelia forever. But she knows she must.

She shakes slightly, her voice trembling. "It...is. Then, in the name of the Dark Father, in whose greatness I dwell...I..." The next words come with no small difficulty, almost whispered.

"...I...forgive you." She disappears in a burst of blue flame.

She reappears in her ballroom in the manor. She makes no noise as she sits on the edge of her bed, planting her face in her hands, her shoulders shaking as she sobs.

"...That should do it."

I lay Heide's leg down and pull the sheet over it. I place my head on her hand and pet her hair, turning and speaking to Hound as she sleeps.

"Everything is set, but it'll take about a week for the healing wards to reinforce everything and ensure she heals correctly. She can walk and eat normally, but no running, roughhousing or the like.  If you have a hot spring or something where she can swim, that would be ideal for strengthening her muscles that she's laid off of.  Four very small meals a day, light on the salt, and lots of water."

I look back to the little sleeping Kobold. "She'll be groggy when she comes around, and maybe a little nauseous. Stew or soup for dinner tonight, otherwise her stomach should be all right by tomorrow."