When Nicora returns to the royal suites, she finds it very quiet after the guards close the door behind her. Perhaps everyone is actually asleep? It's still morning, after all.

However, Nicora learned long ago to never trust first appearances. So … she presses herself up against a wall, crouches low, and slowly slinks towards the door into the bed chamber. "I created a monster," she thinks. "One that must be stopped, lest we never walk again."

In the royal bedroom, Nicora finds Rosalind, amidst a tangle of sheets… sound asleep. And alone!

Nicora frowns. She slinks towards the bed, then drops down to her knees to peer under it. "The guards did not mention anyone leaving … so … " she thinks.

Nope, no monsters under the bed, either.

"Bathroom!" Nicora decides. So … the Eeee crawls toward the bathroom and tries to keep her low profile and avoid being spotted.

There's still the aftermath of her and Phlagaea's bath, but no signs of wet Lapi.

Nicora flicks her ears around, listening for signs of movement. "Maybe she went to Phlagaea's room?" she wonders. "Or the balcony?"

A few quick checks uncover a sleeping Yodhgorphat, and the glow of sunrise through the overcast… but no Lapi.

"Wardrobe!" Nicora thinks next … and heads to the wardrobe.

No amorous rabbits hiding in the wardrobe either! Could Snow have actually… gone back to his room?

Nicora checks the Library next, then failing that the dining room and kitchen. She doesn't want to consider the possibility Snow left the suite just yet!

Each spot comes up empty, leaving just the other guest room.

Nicora, with concern and worry growing since this is her fault, goes to check the guest room. "I hope nothing bad has happened to Snow," she frets.

The door is open, and inside Nicora finds the Snow-bunny longing on the Shrine Maiden's own rabbit-furred cloak, with one eye open to look at the visiting bat. "All recharged?" he asks softly.

"I feel a little better," Nicora says in a non-answer sort of way. "So … how are you doing?" she asks rather nervously. "Ready to return to normal… ?"

"I feel calmer," Snow says. "I have a new appreciation for males; it is truly a miracle that they are able to think and function at all. But I've also had some time to think… and was hoping you'd indulge me in a little… experiment?"

"Calmer is good," Nicora agrees and nods a few too many times, it seems. She finally enters the room completely and even goes as far as closing the door; leaving her alone with this terror she created. "What sort of experiment are you thinking of?" the Eeee asks as her right brow arches slightly.

"First… why are you wrapped in bandages?" the buck asks, his ears perked. "Did I hurt you?"

"Oh, no, I borrowed clothing from Phlagaea. We were being silly … and also giving thanks to Gorphat that I survived her trial. That didn't go as well as I had hoped, but … " Nicora admits and approaches the bed. As she walks, she tries to gently loosen the bindings on her head.

Snow sits up, and starts working on the other bindings. "I didn't know you enjoyed being all bound up," he says, and then grins. "But that leads in to my request." He also obviously checks the glow on Nicora's power-orb. "Did you bring your dagger?" he asks.

"Being bound up has its enjoyable moments. It also helps me not worry some unspeakable evil awaits me," Nicora remarks. "I don't have the dagger, but it's just back in the other room. I can get it."

"Would you?" Snow asks in that soft voice. "I have a favor to ask the dragon… "

"What favor?" Nicora asks and slips off the bed so that she can go fetch the dagger.

"A favor," is all the Lapi is willing to divulge. "It's a surprise!"

"That worries me. Surprises never turn out to be good ones," Nicora notes, then slips out of the room, fetchers her dagger, and returns.

By the time Nicora returns, Snow has gotten out the 'training restraints' and attached them to the bed posters. He quickly hugs Nicora and gives her a kiss to keep her off balance though, before working on the rest of the bandages.

Nicora blinks a few times after the kiss and doesn't seem to offer much resistance as bandages are slowly shed (though she does insist they are neatly rolled up). "Who are those for?" Nicora finally asks and nods towards the bed restrains as she coils up some of the bandages.

Snow slides the dagger from its normal sheath, and runs the flat of it up along Nicora's right forearm. "That depends. Can I slide it in?" he asks, teasing the entry of the arm-sheath.

"If you're gentle, I'm still a bit sore," Nicora teases right back.

In the dagger goes, and out pops a dragon-head from the orb. "Am I interrupting something?" Kaira asks.

"No. This crazy Lapi wants to ask you something," Nicora says, "And he won't tell me what… "

"Is that Snow?" Kaira asks, and the Lapi nods, asking, "Is there a way we can talk without Nicora hearing?"

"Only if she gives permission," the dragon claims.

"Will you promise you will not hurt me or anyone else?" Nicora asks.

"I promise," Snow says, and crosses his heart.

"Okay, then you two have permission to talk without me hearing," Nicora concedes.

Kaira appears to climb the rest of the way out of the orb, still in miniature, and… climbs into Snow's ear, causing the Lapi to look momentarily horrified, then a bit glazed…

"Hey, you asked," Nicora points out, "Kaira likes messing with people." Somehow satisfied that Snow got a shock, she sits down on the edge of the bed and crosses her legs … properly, just as Lilith taught her to. Absently she reaches up and rubs the spot where Phlagaea drew the symbol of the wound.

It's still just a tiny bit sticky – enough to tell it's there. Finally, Snow blinks and Kaira crawls out of his ear and hops back onto Nicora's right arm. She looks entirely too mischievous when she smiles up to the bat. "It's not a difficult favor that he asks, and I think you'd find it interesting," she claims.

"What exactly was the favor?" Nicora asks, "And Interesting is a dangerous word. It doesn't mean I'll like it. So what do I need to do for this favor?"

"Oh, you just need to relax is all!" Kaira says. "And… well, I don't want to spoil the surprise. But you trust Snow, don't you?"

"I trusted Snow more before she was a Lapi buck," Nicora admits, "But this is all my fault … so whatever comes of it I probably deserve." So … she scoots back a bit on the bed and lies back so that she can get comfortable and relax.

Snow joins her, and holds her right hand. Kaira vanishes back into the orb, and Nicora feels the shadow oozing out to cover the Lapi… and then herself!

Nicora barely lets out a squeak before she finds herself floating in darkness! "Why do I agree to these things?!" she has to wonder in the sensation-less darkness. "Will I ever learn?"

Timeless time passes, and when the darkness peals back Nicora feels… very different. It's a bit like being an elf, but with the sensitivity turned way up. The rabbit fur cloak beneath her feels very soft, her wings are gone… and her chest feels heavier.

Nicora blinks a few times as she stares up at the ceiling. "What just happened?" she wonders as she slowly pushes herself to sit up so that she can get a better look at herself and figure out just what she is.

Pure, bare white skin is what greets Nicora's eyes, without a trace of fur or hair. She also sees that her ankles have been bound to the bedposts with the rabbit-fur-lined shackles, and feels a hand fall on her left wrist from off to the side.

Suddenly Nicora feels very exposed without fur and being bound so that she's rather … defenseless. "Snow?" she asks and looks to her left side. "She turned me into her," the former Eeee realizes. "A human albino."

"Right here," Snow replies from the side, his voice sounding a bit different. When he leans over it's apparent why; the smiling white face is Alptraum's own, save that's white with pink eyes. The fangs still look plenty sharp. "Give me your hand?" he asks.

Nicora hesitates offering her hand to Snow, because once she's bound … she's at the mercy of this monster she created. But, Nicora still has many of her old traits, and offers her left hand to her transformed friend. She also can't help but look to her right arm, to see how … disturbing it may look with bits sticking out of the flesh for the orb and sheath.

It still looks metallic-chitinous, with the look not changed much. After Snow ties back Nicora's left hand, he comes around and does the same for the right; and unlike before, the shackle fits the new, less bulky version of the hand. "There! I had originally thought to recreate that night in Gromit… but I think we'll both enjoy this better without the use of the lures… "

"You intend to ravish me while I'm helpless?" Nicora asks as her pale, fur-less brow arches up questioningly. Hearing herself sound like Snow makes this all the more surreal. "With the biting and drinking and everything… ?" Then realizing something, she wiggles her backside a bit, trying to determine if she still has a tail or not.

The tail is missing, since Kaira doesn't really know how to deal with it. But it can't really be gone either. Of course… Nicora and Snow were both transformed at the same time…

"Hmm, some biting, I think," Snow says, and licks at Nicora's throat. "But mostly… some educating… "

Nicora stops her line of thought right there. The lick helps. It also causes the human to squeak in surprise. "Educating?" she manages out after arching up and squirming a bit.

Snow demonstrates. For the next hour, Nicora learns exactly where and how to touch the Shrine Maiden for best effect. And Snow keeps his promise about being gentle too, even when things should be at their most frenetic. Nicora also gets to learn about goosebumps and sweat.

"Snow is teaching to to really enjoy being a woman," Nicora thinks partway through her lesson on the human's anatomy … and also quickly learns something she wondered about, her former Eeee body is quite enjoyable to be intimate with, the coupling feeling quite exotic and pleasurable all at once. Her worries from earlier fade away, the ominous statement of pleasure being fleeting forgotten for now. During the break at the hour mark, the human finally says, "I guess this means you intend to be my partner for a long time … teaching all of this… "

"Well, eventually you'll be male again, and this might be handy," Snow says, after a bit of suckling. "I also wanted to see what it was like from the other side. But there's still one more part… " he says, and Nicora feels the shadow spreading out over her again.

"If you let me some time, I'll show you many things that my Eeee body likes," Nicora offers just before she tenses up and hisses as the shadow once more makes itself known … and as for where it is going, she has no idea.

This time, things feel slightly more familiar; wings, a tail… but the proportions are off, and there's still extra weight on her chest. But at least what she sees is black and furred, except for the glimpse of feathered wing! Snow-traum has also unbound her wrists and ankles.

Nicora blinks again and sits up slowly to get a look at herself. "Tulani?" she wonders as she reaches up to feel over her face.

"You seemed so thrilled when I was a Sphynx, that I had to find out why," Snow says, grinning.

Nicora quickly discovers her tail is quite the normal sphynx-tail that Tulani has. She grins a bit lopsidedly and shrugs, "Because it made you different? And made you my plaything?" That last bit has a wink to go with it to indicate it was just a tease. She rolls a bit to the side and pats the bed, offering, "Do you want me to teach you some about my former body now?"

"Oh, there's more to it than just on and off?" Snow asks, stretching out next to the Sphynx. "I admit that that body made me feel a bit more… aggressive."

Nicora rolls over so that she's straddling the Eeee … and quickly has to adjust herself to avoid hitting Snow with her 'improved' endowments. "Your turn to relax. Close your eyes and trust me," Nicora actually purrs to Snow.

Snow closes his eyes… then peeks with one again before closing it for good.

And it's now the next hour has Snow learning about her body. Being male and stronger, some things that would seem rough end up being quite enjoyable. It's now Nicora's turn to teach her what types of touching, from fingers to gentle licking, will rouse the Eeee body and bring it to the edge, only to have Nicora back off at just the last moment. It's almost maddening how powerful the urges can be teased to be. When it seems like they can't go any longer, that's when Nicora relents and the two join; a frenetic and quick end to a slow and tense buildup. When Snow opens his eyes again, Nicora-Sphynx is still straddling him, which is quite an interesting view given the Sphynx' current build.

"Your tongue is rough," the dazed Snow-bat manages to say, once there's enough blood for his speech centers to work.

"Only in this body. Imagine what I just did with a human tongue," Nicora-Sphynx suggests, "Or have Karia turn me back into a human and I'll demonstrate."

"I don't know if I could survive another demonstration," Snow remarks. "Being male is so… difficult. It's a little easier as you than as the Lapi though, but there are tradeoffs… "

"Want to go back to being a buck one more time?" Nicora asks and leans in to nibble-lick on one of Snow's sensitive ears, "I would even let Kaira turn me into a doe so that I could keep up with you. Then we could both return to normal afterwards. Well, normal for me being a Rosalind clone, but normal nonetheless."

"A doe? Is that safe?" Snow asks. "And… where did you get these Lapi forms from, anyway?"

"I think it is safe. Being shadow-bound makes me nigh-impossible to actually get pregnant, doesn't it? Unless it was another shadow-bound," Nicora notes, "And I got them from a day spa that took care of me when I was in the throes of Gorphat's gift." Gorphat. She had forgotten about her and the mention of it makes her feel a little uneasy again.

"Well… I suppose it would be interesting to see what another Lapi feels like," Snow admits.

"Kaira, is it safe for me to be a doe when Snow is a buck?" Nicora thinks, hoping the dragon hears her.

"Hmm," the dragon replies. "Mentally or physically safe?"

"Both? I can't actually get pregnant, right? Nicora thinks.

"Even in a rabbit, it takes time; you'd have to remain a doe for a day at least, I imagine. Ovulation is one thing, but implantation requires some preparation," the dragon supposes.

"Okay, so … mind changing Snow back into the buck and me into the doe imprint I have?" Nicora thinks, inwardly grinning.

"Alright… it's not like you're really brother and sister," Kaira agrees, and the shadow begins to flow again.

"See you in a few minutes," Nicora tells Snow-Alptraum, then kisses him while the shadow 'devours' them both.

Being a bunny is almost like Nicora remembers from her last visit to the dagger. There's the lower-body strength, the warmth… and the sense of being wrapped in a soft blanket. But this is nothing compared to what it feels like when Snow starts touching her. It isn't a fiery sort of passion, like with a Sphynx, or a driving kind like an Eeee, or even the simmering human sort. It's warm and deep and accepting – a kind of passion that requires the other person to feel the same way.

Out of all the experiences, the next one is somehow the most gentle and warming of them all. Another hour passes with a sharing or warmth and tingling deep inside. Even if there is risk the reward seems to make it worth it. The endurance of both bodies make it possible for the two to carry on until lunch time, sharing of each other in the warm embrace. Eventually, though, Nicora realizes it is time to return to normal; it's when she starts feeling the slightest tingle in her abdomen reminding her how a doe's body reacts to being with someone. "Kaira, time to return us both to normal," she thinks as she cuddles up against Snow-buck. Then out loud, she asks Snow, "Is there something more you wish to do?"

"I think I've experienced most of what it means to be male," the buck says. Kaira pops up, and says, "Okay, let's see if we have enough power left to change you back, or if you're going to be stuck this way… "

"Oh don't be so mean, Kaira," Nicora-doe says and even sticks her tongue out cutely, "Just change her back and if the power is low, I'll revert on my own. And I think you're jealous… "

"Hah! Why should I be jealous?" the dragon claims, as the shadow begins to wrap around the pair of rabbits. "But you'd better recharge the hand again soon… " And then it's back to warm, inky oblivion for a while, only to wake up 'normal' again. That is, as Nicora the tailed Eeee, even if she is pinned under Snow the human's weight, since their positions didn't change very much.

And the human Snow gets a light squeeze on her backside by the Eeee Nicora. "Wakey-wakey," she murmurs to the human.

"I'm awake," Snow says, before slowly sliding off of Nicora. "I need to use the bathroom though," she notes, getting shakily to her feet and lurching towards the adjoining bath.

"I do to. And it'll be gross," Nicora admits as she slides out of the bed and wobbles towards the bath as well. She does pause to look at herself in a mirror though, to see how battered she looks … and if Gorphat's mark is still upon her forehead.

The mark has faded, barely perceptible in the darker fur. "The Countess needs a live-in masseur. Does your Lapi friend do that?" Snow asks.

"He does, he is very good," Nicora says as she slips into the bathroom and heads to one of the 'private' stalls for the women of the Royal family to use. She did learn a few things at the spa that help her 'clean up' in certain areas, but the results are still gross and Nicora is thankful to be done fairly quickly. Then it's on to a mirror and the copious supplies of brushes to clean up and smooth out her fur and hair. "When you changed me into you, did I have a mark on the skin of my forehead?" she asks.

"Phlagaea's mark, yes, but the sweat blurred it," Snow notes.

Nicora leans in close to the mirror and tries to peer through her fur to see if the mark goes all the way to the skin.

Since her skin is also black, it's hard to tell – mostly it's there as a vague clumpiness of the fur. It still feels a little sticky to the touch.

Nicora shrugs. "You worry too much. Gorphat did say I handled it well," she chides herself and gets one of the washcloths of the bathroom, wets it, and soaps it up a little. She then proceeds to try and wash away the remainder of the mark of the wound on her forehead.

Once the last of it is cleaned away, the Eeee feels a slight twinge in her loins, but they're probably still just a bit inflamed is all.

Nicora twitches. She leans over a bit to check her abdomen and reproductive area for any outward signs of problems. Things look slightly swollen… but that's not exactly unusual under the circumstances. Mave probably has ointments…

"Are you going to be okay? I'm going to go get some things from Mave. I think I overdid it," Nicora admits, her ears feeling hot from embarrassment.

"I'm fine," Snow says, over the sound of flowing water. "I'm used to this sort of thing."

"I'm not," Nicora admits and slips out of the bathroom. She heads to the wardrobe this time and selects a dress from the collection Rose told her she could wear and eases herself into it. Then another thirty minutes are spent fretting over light accessories and checking her hair at least three times before she's ready to actually leave the suite.

The guards smile and nod to her. At this hour, the real Countess is already at work in her office, so there's no moment of confusion. "Morning Ma'am," the Khatta one says politely.

Nicora smiles and dips her head as she passes. "Good morning," she says as she heads towards the stairs and the long walk down. Boy do her arms and legs feel sore as she heads down the stairs; some positions are not meant for extended periods.

By the time she arrives at Mave's quarters, she's already passed a servant bringing the Yodhinala lunch. "Ah, back so soon, Nicora?" Mave greets her. "I hope you've managed to get some rest."

"None," Nicora admits after the servant leaves, "And I'm feeling rather sore in, uhm, certain places. I was hoping you had some ointments for tending to a bit of swelling."

"Sit on top of this counter here and spread you legs," Mave says, patting a clear spot on a counter separating the sleeping area from the kitchen/laboratory area. It's higher than a tabletop, but when Mave brings a chair over it's clear that it puts the area to be examined at a comfortable height for the seated examiner.

"Excuse me?" Nicora asks, taken a bit aback by the rather direct request of the Yodhinala. Still, Mave usually means well lately, so she eases up her dress and slips up onto the counter and does as the Yodhinala asks. To distract herself, she reaches back and pulls her snake-tail around, resting it on her thigh so that she can lightly pet its head.

The counter is surprisingly cold. Mave sets out some items – a magnifying loupe, a mirror, and some small cream-filled jars, along with a few flat wooden sticks. "Okay, tell me how this feels," she asks, as she uses one of the sticks to probe Nicora.

"Mrpghph," goes Nicora and she sits a little more upright. "Very itchy," she admits as her toes wiggle about as her way of resisting the urge to try and go scratch.

Mave noses Nicora and sniffs… and then tries applying some cream. "Hmm," she goes as she works. It's cool and soothing, and seems to ease the itch and discomfort.

"Is something wrong?" Nicora asks as she seems to delate a bit when the cream eases the itch and soreness some.

"You're having an allergic reaction to a non-existent infection, it seems," Mave notes. "In short: you are cursed. It is far more consistent with a yeast infection than with simple over-use, but the infection itself is absent."

At this Nicora blinks. "I'm reacting as if I'm infected, but I'm not infected?" she clarifies. "But if there is no infection, does that mean it won't go away? That it can't be cured?"

"Well… you could pray to Gorphat to lift it," Mave suggests with a bit of a smirk. "It is clearly one of Her gifts. It will fade when She feels you've suffered enough, perhaps. It is hardly debilitating though."

Nicora motions to the creams. "These made it feel better," she says, then splays her ears a bit, "But they are blessed by Inala, aren't they? Gorphat would get offended if I used them, would she not?"

"I can hardly speak for Gorphat… but traditionally she gives these afflictions as tests of will and body. So how you deal with it can affect how you score on the test," the Yodhinala suggests.

Nicora rubs the bridge of her muzzle, thinking. "Wash the cream off," she says, her voice falling a bit. "She afflicted me because Inala also blessed me, so I should not use Inala's treatments to counter it. I will … endure it as best I can and only seek treatment if it becomes unbearable." Nicora then sighs and says, "And what should I expect while 'infected'? What should I watch out for? What will be the most uncomfortable?"

"Inflammation and itchiness, mainly," Mave notes, using a damp rag to wipe away the cream – which hurts, as anything rubbing the tender area does. "Since there is no infection, you are unlikely to have discharge, and it may come and go as well. Try not to have any sex, as that will certainly exacerbate it."

Nicora grits her teeth as the cream is wiped away. Her claws also tap lightly on the counter. "All right. I'll have you check my condition every few days to see if it is improving. As for no sex … " Nicora says, frowning, " … okay. Should I wear any padding, or will undergarments only make it more uncomfortable?"

"It probably won't matter what you wear, if anything," Mave notes, clearing everything off of the counter. "You could try different materials though all the same. It depends on how much you wish to endure."

"Enduring more may make it go away faster?" Nicora asks, sounding hopeful.

"You'd have to consult Phlagaea," Mave notes. "The Kindly Ones don't approve of cross-advising you understand."

Nicora looks as if she was about to ask something else, then just nods. "I'll go see her, then," she says, "Thank you for seeing me, Mave. If nothing else, I am sure I am providing you much amusement."

"Why would you think that?" Mave asks, tilting her head.

"You get to see an Eeee being the plaything of the Sisters," Nicora notes as she slides from the counter and shakes her hips lightly to get her dress to flow back down.

"Nicora… that is what being an Eeee is all about," Mave explains with a smile.

"I'm worried that Gorphat has taken quite a bit of interest in me," Nicora says and tilts her head a bit. "But … I am probably overly concerned."

"Well, have you been giving Her extra attention of late?" Mave asks as she washes her hands.

"I prayed to her during my menarche and afterward," Nicora admits, "And I saved her High Priestess in Babel … then impregnated her. I suppose it is my fault for her interest. I should go speak with Phlagaea on how I get into Gorphat's graces to have this blessing lifted. I do not even know if she lifted the blessing that made my cycle so agonizing."

"Well, you'll find out eventually," Mave notes with a pleasant tone. "You will learn to take these things in stride if you remain female longer. It has only been a few days for you."

"Well, I'll be a woman for a month or so, I'm guessing," Nicora admits as she heads to the door, "So hopefully I will learn to take more in stride. Thank you again, Mave."

"I'm sure you'll repay the favor when the time is right," the Yodhinala says, as she turns back to her lunch.

Nicora curtsies, then slips out the door and heads back up the tower to talk to Phlagaea. "Why do you do these things to yourself?" she wonders.

The guards are once more pleasant as they hold open the doors for Nicora.

Nicora curtsies to each before entering the Royal suite. She walks towards Phlagaea's bedroom door. Once there, she knocks upon it lightly. "Phlagaea?" she calls out, "Are you awake?"

"I am now," comes the grumbling reply.

"Forgive me, but Gorphat's blessing has appeared," Nicora says through the door. She opens it, then slips inside to speak a bit more privately. "Mave says I am cursed with all the symptoms of what she called a yeast infection, but without the actual infection. I'm … itchy, burning, and sore, in a particular area," she admits. "I wanted your advice how how I can best please your Mistress so that she will lift her blessing."

Phlagaea sits up in her bed and yawns expansively. "What was it she told you again, after the ritual?" the Yodhgorphat asks a bit blearily.

"That she would show me that pleasure is fleeting," Nicora says as she goes over and sits on the bed by her friend.

"Oh, well… it sounds like you've been ignoring Gorphat in favor of Inala then," Phlagaea notes, piling up her pillows so she can still sit up while lying back. "It's never good to get between two Kindly Ones, really. So… I advise you wait and see. The irritation may go away, and if it does… have sex and see if it comes back afterwards."

Nicora nods. "Should I see if certain clothing makes it more uncomfortable as penance for my actions?" she asks as she scoots a little closer to Phlagaea, then curls up a bit against her and her pillow-pile.

"Ummm, to make you more uncomfortable you mean?" Phlagaea asks. "You should never try to outdo Gorphat in that."

"Mm, good point. I will just wait it out," Nicora agrees and drapes one arm lightly over Phlagaea. "I have to leave soon, you know," she says, "I need to go schedule with Galand to come here and meet everyone, then make sure Melusine is satisfied … and then I'm on the road for … well, I don't know."

"I can use a day of rest before you bring the other Lapi in," Phlagaea admits. "I've never felt so tired! Or maybe it's just the pregnancy making me feel worn out. I still look young and perky, right?"

"And curvaceous and soft," Nicora says as she runs her hand up Phlagaea's showing stomach, then over her chest. "Should I just see to Melusine before bringing Galand over, then? Or … I could just schedule Galand to come in a couple days and just spend the next couple relaxing myself."

"I don't know what your relationship with Melusine is all about," Phlagaea admits. "Do you want to see her?"

"I feel like I should see her now and then to keep her happy. She is bound to the Countess usually and it is through her than the Countess' life is extended. So, I feel I should also make sure Melusine is happy because off that," Nicora admits. "There is also the occasional … 'urge' to just go to Melusine. I can't quite explain it," Nicora admits.

"Oh… kinky stuff?" Phlagaea asks in a whisper. "You shouldn't be too bound by self-imposed obligation, Nicora. You aren't a Priestess, after all. If you really don't want to go, then don't. If you do, do. If you're uncertain… uh… sleep on it!"

"I do want to go," Nicora admits and folds her ears back. "I'm just … confused! Feeling odd? Out of sorts! And … itchy."

"Well, maybe you should get some sleep, too," Phlagaea says with a yawn. "Have you been up since yesterday morning?"

"I … don't remember. Sleep is probably good," Nicora concedes. "I should leave you to your resting and return to the royal chamber. Thank you for spending time with me last night and today," she adds and lightly kisses Phlagaea on the cheek. "Even as a woman I still adore you and find you beautiful and sexy."

The Yodh beams at the compliment. "Go get some rest, then, unless you want to sleep here. I know the Countess has left already. Is Snow asleep as well? And still a bunny, or back to being that naked thing?"

"She's back to being human, just as you will one day be back to being a lovely shade of green," Nicora murmurs as she nuzzles into the Eeee's neck. "Would you like me to stay here?"

"Of course, it's always better to have company to sleep with," Phlagaea notes. "And I don't have to worry about you rolling over and crushing me."

"Then I'll stay here," Nicora murmurs as she settles in comfortably. Hopefully the itching won't be bad enough to keep her from getting sleep. Maybe it'll be gone in a few days, too. Hard to really think as right now the pillows are getting more and more comfortable…