Xarithe chuckles to the fairy's muffled voice coming from within the belly of the naga "I realize that, and I apologize for disturbing you......but we have work to do." he reminds her finding the statement only mildly selfish of her.<br/><br/>As the naga prepares for the fairy's exit, Xarithe notes the look on her face. Where he to have known this naga better he may have been inclined t let her keep her meal. As it stood though the naga being unknown, and the meal being Ambrosia the choice was an easy enough one to make, even for one as devout as he. "Ok Ambrosia, we are going to get you out of there." he signals her when the commander lies down. Xarithe pressing in firmly beneath her wriggling frame, watching and feeling as she shifts within the serpent's innards. Rolling the muscles upwards, he helps to aid in her escape, though judging by the strength and ease of her movements he realizes she could have just as easily done so without.<br/><br/>What she cannot do without him however is clean herself up, as she stands filthy and dripping. Xarithe retrieving some soap from his bag comes to her side as he over hears part of her conversation. Frowning a bit he takes her by the arm "Do not go around making promises to holy beings you don't intend to keep." a slight irritation in his normally calm voice. Either unhappy that she would be set free from such a being, only to tease them of what they could of easily had....or perhaps it was rather the fact he couldn't bare to see Ambrosia taken from this world so soon, or was it simply an annoyance with the manner she offered her life so freely to the first semi hostile belly she found herself within.<br/><br/>"For having fun, you really took a beating in there..." he murmurs looking her over "Poor dear, now please be still, give me a moment to cleanse your body, and mend your wounds." The druid speaking softly a familiar warmth filling his voice, as whatever had been bothering him was pushed from his mind. Xarithe utters a magical incantation softly as a localized downpour appears above he and the fairy's heads. "You really got dirty in there didn't you?.....shall take more then water to get this off ya" he speaks not truly expecting an answer. Sudsing up his hands the druid allows them to roam the curves of her body. Starting with her shoulders, he works his way down her sides, onto her belly. Before he bends to wash her thighs, legs, and feet. The druids hands are soft and warm, taking care to be gentle yet thorough. Though there was a hint he would enjoy doing this in a more private setting, he maintains control and sticks to performing the task as efficiently as he is able. Pausing to address any burns, or bruises he comes across, both treating her wounds and washing her body. Standing tall once more he slips around her back. Taking care to delicately wash over her sensitive wings. Trailing soaped up fingertips over the veins beneath the surface as he coats them in soapy suds. From there he moves to the small of her back, onto her rump, where he can no longer resist offering a light squeeze to each cheek.....finally the flow of water trickles to a stop. "There you go....all clean and your wounds should feel much better....." he states withdrawing his wand as he sees one final bruise. With a quick tap he adds "Good as new." Xarithe gazes at her, after all that he had just done, his cheeks flush red, and without another word he turns from her and walks over to his snake. "What am I doing doting on her like this....I could have doused her with water and been done with it...." he mutters to himself, Sira perking up from her coiled position to slither and weave around his legs supportively.<br/><br/>Putting his things away in his pack he comments over his shoulder "Let us be off then."<br/><br/><br/><br/>Xarithe<br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Summoning water to aid in cleansing Ambrosia<br/><br/>Taking a 10 on healing check for a total of 21 ((should heal 8 hp ))<br/><br/>Using a charge of his wand 49 remaining<br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/150453">wand of cure light wounds</a>: <span style="text-decoration: underline">1d8+1</span> <span style="font-weight: bold">4</span><br/><br/>just in case...perception to hear a whisper<br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/150456">Perception</a>: <span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+11</span> <span style="font-weight: bold">16</span></div></div></div>