((Rolled a 1 on healing. Cause hey, why not. ))<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/404395">Heals of the horsey!</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d8+5</span><span style="font-weight: bold">6</span><br/><br/>((Also, are the chains that held us all attached to the wall, or are they free-hanging chains ran through a hoop or something? It's very conceivable that we could use them as weapons if we really had to. If nothing else, overpowering someone and locking them up is a good way to take them out.))<br/><br/>The amusement on Delia's face when Chira rather boldly proclaims her abilities in battle is practically palpable, but the succubus doesn't quite voice her thoughts. Really, the centaur seemed rather confident in her capabilities, and though she'd clearly been caught - not something Delia would point out, mind -, there was a WHOLE lot of weight and muscle evident in the enormous centaur's form, and it would not take too terribly much to imagine her running down a group of armed soldiers and pretty well stomping them into paste in the mood struck her.<br/><br/>Or, if the soft little rumble of her belly was any indication...doing much more productive things with them than pulverizing them. Outside of her stomach, at least "Well, Chira..." Delia murmurs, her soft voice just barely loud enough to be heard over the clomping of the centauress as she backed herself out of the cell "...you might get your chance to do just that. Without a weapon, I'm afraid. We're a little lacking, it's sad to say. That being said...nothing to say we can't appropriate a few, if the opportunity arises. Xarius got himself one, and armor to boot. Maybe we'll get lucky and find something for you."<br/><br/>Almost as an afterthought, Delia gives the drow a little swat on the thigh with her long, spaded tail, not quite enough to sting, but certainly enough to get his attention in a decidedly playful manner "...You never did tell us your name either, drow. Unless, of course, you prefer to just be called by your race than your name." Not even taking her eyes off of the centauress as she backs into the hall, Delia clucks her tongue gently, examining the wound "Mm, you poor dear...we'll get that taken care of, mm? Don't move, okay? This will take but a moment..."<br/><br/>Rather than actually leaning down to further examine the wound, Delia simply reaches out and rather boldly places her hand upon the centauress' flank, her soft lips curving into a half-smile "There now...just relax..." In a gentle, half-circle motion, Delia allows the tips of her fingers to just ever-so-gently glide along Chira's flank, back far enough to lightly trace over the crease of her rump where it headed closed to her tail, and then forward and underneath to where it connects with her belly. It only took a few seconds to realize what she was doing - she was tracing the entirety of Chira's leg!<br/><br/>At first, nothing seemed to happen. Then, just a very slight hint of heat that seems to gravitate towards the muscle in her flank, quickly turning into a far colder, more soothing sensation that spreads down the entirety of her leg. It felt...'good', perhaps, was one way to put it, at least as far as where pain was concerned. What felt better, though, was the overwhelming sense of relief that came in the form of something like a deep-tissue massage, releasing the tension built up from standing in the cramped room, of hurting her leg by jerking it against the chain. It was simply relief, and no relief that quickly faded, but remained lingering, a cool, soothing sensation that honestly made the rest of Chira's body, cramped and tense, feel 'unpleasant' by comparison.<br/><br/>"Mmmf. There...phew. Little weaker than I thought I was..." Delia murmurs, pressing her free hand against her temple as it began to throb from over-exertion "...Can't...do too much more of that till a nice dinner....and a bit of rest. Feel better, dear?" Leaning in, she places a little kiss against the centaur's flank, followed by a pleased pat "If not, I could...well, I can do more. Want you in tip-top shape, after all..."