Cyrus was napping in another room. Whenever Wiflor woke him up, he's let out a small cry and flinched. "Oh, it's you. Glad to see you're feeling better." He looked down at the steak in his hand and laughed. "No, no, no, darling. The steak is yours. It's a reward for getting through the obstacle course." He handed it back to her and nodded with a smile.<br/><br/>"Atticus! She's awake!" He called. The wizard, whose name was now revealed to be Atticus, walked into the room.<br/><br/>"Ah, good." He walked up to Wiflor and examined her. He felt the muscles in her arms and legs. "Hmmm... it doesn't appear that she has sustained lasting damage. Very good." Atticus pat her on the head. He turned to Cyrus. "Once we test out our theory about how her muscles work, we should put her through combat tests."<br/><br/>"Combat tests...?"<br/><br/>"Indeed. With her strength and agility, she would be a valuable asset in combat." Atticus took a leather bound journal out of his robe, which already had many ketches and notes on Wiflor. "While she was sleeping, I took measurements of her extremities. Also of her claws and teeth. Her strength would be the least of an assailants worries. We also need to test her bite strength. So much to do..."