"Well," the naga rumbles around Ambrosia, "Until you get out, you're both my meal, so... have fun. Or you're welcome to stay." She chuckles at the offer of 'whenever', stomach giving a friendly and slimy squeeze to the swallowed fairy with a fraction of her strength. "Best get out before I go to sleep though, or you may not get another chance..." she trails off, looking at the other faces and making a snap calculation before withdrawing her tail from around Xarithe and settling into a more comfortable perch atop Ambrosia and her own coils. "What I'm here for," she turns to Eiyre, "is to look for any signs of actual... treason, and to weaken the defenses of this group so that if and when they do go beyond the pale it's so easy to destroy them that I can do it myself." She gestures to the barracks, and adds, "You had a lot easier time with the guard force than you would have even a week ago." Xarithe's boast of his tracking skills actually gets the naga to chuckle again, a curt, cut-off sound. "You're not the only one with special<span style="font-style: italic">training</span>, little one."<br/><br/>Kaheksa almost daintily picks her way around the swollen, lightly gurgling bellies of the others to reach Xarithe, looking him over from head to toe. "I see," she murmurs. "Broken ribs for certain, nothing too serious that comes to my gaze. Let's see..." She steps closer to Xarithe, and pulls up his tunic a bit before reaching up and under it with one hand, resting the warm brown palm on where some of the worst soreness from the naga's strike landed.<br/><br/>[[Xarithe! Perception DC 20, now that she's this close:<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;">Kaheksa has no scent at all.</div></div></div>]]<br/><br/>Heat flares under Xarithe's clothes after she touches his bare skin, a look of dreamy concentration fixed on her face. Without any way to see what's going on under the clothing, all he has is the physical feeling of the wound- which is more than anyone else. The warming feeling grows more pronounced, somehow not physically painful despite an overwhelming but brief sensation of heat around his injured ribs, enveloping the flesh for a few inches on either side of the impact. Kaheksa's hand then seems to push<span style="font-style: italic">into</span>his body, a tingling feeling spreading up his chest... he can feel flesh knitting back together inside of him, with Kaheksa's hand somehow sitting just under his skin and bones radiating heat throughout his body. He can feel- abruptly, he can feel in his<span style="font-style: italic">mind</span>the presence of someone else, like a telepathic brush against his mind but with much more power to it. It's building up right outside his mind, pushing inwards slowly as though it were a tidal wave.<br/><br/>[[Xarithe! Will save, DC 17; on a failure:<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;">Either you can't or won't keep the presence out. Metaphorical walls crumble, and Kaheksa pushes into your mind. You get the feeling that, nevertheless, she is holding herself back with a lot of discipline, but even the leakage is... formidable. You can feel your own body- you can feel <span style="font-style: italic">her</span> body very dimly, as though it were a part of your own. The hand, you now can sense, isn't there; Kaheksa has blended her flesh directly into yours, and is using that blend to heal <span style="font-style: italic">herself</span> exactly where you were wounded. There's a feeling of instinctive, primal joy at being merged like this. It's not yours, but you can sense that it's Kaheksa's- that she feels joy at merging like this she can barely contain, and emotions so potent leak... through the meld. Giving in, and with the "elf"'s mind engulfing your own (but still walling off its own secrets), you can't focus on anything else... until after what feels like a lifetime, she surges back into her own form, pulling away and leaving the heat and a reminder of the feeling of oneness that came with her healing.<br/>[[Full healing, and you are Ecstatic: Mechanically, it's just me reflavoring Nauseated, as you're unable to concentrate on anything or do anything but take a single move action a 'round'. You may figure why in combat healing is Problematic. This condition will persist for 5 rounds / 30 'seconds'.</div></div></div><br/>On a success:<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;">Remaining strong, you keep Kaheksa's presence at bay instead of allowing her to breach your mind; she gets a tight little grin on her face, and pulls back away after a few seconds, flexing her hand with no apparent change to it, and just a feeling of warmth slowly dissipating where the injury had been.<br/>[[Full HP healed.]]</div></div></div>]]