Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-24849899-20151028205131/@comment-26948101-20151208211056

"A-are you hungry? We could have our chefs bring something to your quarters if you'd like..." Ilassa asked shyly.

Even though she had those custom-made barcelets on to inhibit her demonic aura, Ilassa still had enough of her powers at her disposal to carry out simple magic akin to performing household chores.

Taking advantage of this, she was able to levitate Laskey's wheelchair down a flight of spiral stairs, safely depositing him at the base of the stairs as she followed behind shortly.

Under different circumstances, she might have been devising ways to get him out of the wheelchair and have his body up against hers, but she was probably the last individual he was interested in seeing- let alone touching- right now.

She pushed the wheelchair through a corridor that led to a giant stone archway and into a lush, verdant garden bursting with all sorts of colors.