<span style="color: #bfbfbf">"Maybe to an Eternal's soul. We're much more resilient than you give us credit for." </span>His glow intensified and Britomart's soul began to heal slowly, even the oldest of her scars from a lifetime of combat were wiped away.<span style="color: #bfbfbf">"You haven't noticed Delithia being more combative with you and dominant with the harpy? Sorry, but your priestess is actually a cold hearted bitch, she had just kept it suppressed until you started poking around in her mind."</span>Jim bit his lip and nodded before packing up his fishing gear and Britomart's. "How do I do that? Should I head home and get our bed ready for her?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>