No matter how fast or hard Ophidian worked the amount of blood the mage lost was substantial and she seemed to be fading away by the minute. Kitori poked her head into the room looking concerned.<span style="color: purple">"My love? There's a woman in our living room demanding blankets, she's soaking wet and shaking real bad... she's also smoking. Like if you pour water on a fire pit, smoking not... never mind, who is she? Should I take care of her or call the guards?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>