Looking around, the nods and murmured words of assent from the crew giving their support to what was happening was evidently exactly what Azlant was looking for was looking for, as he begins to flit around the room, lightly brushing each of the participants with a wingtip or tail, leaving faint streamers of light arcing from them to him and from there to Kellus.<span style="font-style: italic">"Well, that's done then.  Should we need it, we can draw on all of you to ensure that Lily will be safe, although we won't do so unless it's absolutely necessary."</span><br/><br/>Turning back to Arkain, Kellus watches as he quickly consumes and just as quickly reforms the otter.  "A handy trick, that."  However, before she can elaborate further, the sounds of obvious pleasure coming from Lily and Tamara pull her attention back as Lily sinks steadily faster into Tamara's womb.  As the petals of her sex slide over her chest, shoulders, and then finally head, Kellus can't help but feel a little jealous.  Of course, she had taken a similar trip into Jaku not too long ago, but it had been one of the most pleasureable experiences to have happened in her long memory, and one that she wouldn't mind taking again at some point.<br/><br/>Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, Kellus slides her hands down the trunk of Tamara's body until they rest on either side of the slight bulge that Lily makes from within Tamara's womb.  Concentrating, she starts to carefully probe at the feeling of faint malignancy she can feel within Tamara's body, seeking to stop the disease from spreading.  "You're right, this isn't natural in the slightest.  Even the version that I've seen in the past wasn't this aggressive..."<br/><br/>Trailing off, she half-listens to Arkain's instructions, the rest of her attention delving deeper through Tamara's body and into Lily's.  What she finds is not what she suspected, but it answers her questions about the disease's unnatural potency.  "Of course, I should have thought of this.  It seems aggressive and alive because it<span style="font-style: italic">is</span>.  There's a spirit controlling it, driving it to change and adapt to resist attempts to cure it.  How it was created, I don't know, and frankly don't care to.  Now that it's inside another, stronger host, it's trying to move to Tamara, but it's revealed itself.  Arkain, I can deal with the spirit, but I'll have to focus entirely on it.  You need to do everything you can to make sure that it doesn't kill Lily before I can get it out of her.  Tamara...I'm sorry, but this is likely going to hurt quite a bit, but there's no other way to do this other than straight rip it out."<br/><br/>Kellus' spirit form detaches from her body, and draws back, her hands held straight ahead.  Lunging forward, they plunge into Tamara's body, passing through her skin and flesh towards the bulge in her midsection.  Accompanying it is a lance of intense, raw pain, and Kellus grits her teeth as more than a little washes back onto her.  Slowly pulling back, one of her ghostly arms eventually withdraws from within Tamara, and clenched tightly in her fist is a long, inky-black tendril madly thrashing in her grip.  "This one is not yours to take, shadowspawn!"