Jim smiled and wrapped one arm around her. "I could use a beer and something to settle my stomach as well." He returned the kiss and took a seat on a nearby bench. "Good, because I'm going to need you to help me out of this armor. It's got more straps and gadgets holding it together than a Gnomish engineer's bra."<br/><br/>Bayne's mind was almost eerily calm as the priestess entered, the images of countless women watching the priestess silently. As the priestess went deeper into Bayne's mind she was greeting by an almost overwhelming wall of sadness and agony, though most of it didn't actually focus on Bayne, rather it was all memories of the women in her past and when she left them. A small, average-sized succubus appeared next to the priestess, the demon had the same facial features as Bayne but her eyes were sharper and more focused, lacking the softness in her physical counter-part.<span style="color: Red">"I know why you're here, but I don't think you can fix this. Not with what you've been doing at least. Bayne has lived with, loved, and breed countless mortal women in her life. She's loved all of them deeply and they've all been taken from her in one way or another. Of all the women she's had in her life only one died of natural causes. That guilt is what's causing this, she blames herself for the loss of all those lives, and now she's scared she's going to lose another and she's snapping. Just very slowly. Now a normal succubus would be able to shrug it off and move on."</span>The apparition motioned for the priestess to follow and headed down a hallway as it appeared, memories of Bayne's life appearing on the walls. Eventually the mini-Bayne stopped in front of one memory, that of Ademia savagely beating the then much smaller Bayne and laughing at the unconscious demon. The apparition looked back to the priestess.<span style="color: Red">"Bayne swore to never be like her sister, to never be a regular succubus. Succubi aren't meant to deal with emotional stress, it's bad for us, which is why we can shield our hearts and brush off most things. Bayne can't do that, she has hundreds of lives resting on her heart, soul, and conscious. You want her to calm down? You get rid of that."</span>She pointed back to the swirling mass of emotion.<span style="color: Red">"And try not to break anything while you're here, she's not fragile in here but you are."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>