Celrie, marvels at how quickly the course of battle was changing, having gone from kissing her kitty, while nonchalantly firing upon the last remaining rangers, to suddenly being the primary target of the enemy forces, or at the very least both the beast tamer and the jet pack totting new arrival. Yet as Arcea steps in to valiantly defend her, placing her strong, powerful body between the elf and her would be assailant, just as quickly as the moment had come it was over. Celrie relaxing visibly as it seemed she was no longer at risk of being attacked, smiling warmly toward Arcea, thankful for her actions in her defense. The elf's heart pounding hard in her chest as she leans in to give Arcea a little hug from behind, allowing one of her hands to slide down and cup her rump, as the excitement she felt towards the catgirl couldn't help but manifest.<br/><br/>How quickly things had changed again with the catgirl's intervention, the chubby beast handler shrinking back at the fiery words of the feline, while Deliah visibly hesitates and fights internally after hearing what Celrie and Arcea had to say. While the elf wouldn't have minded tussling with such a cute opponent, she was quite thankful for the catgirl's protection. The hand groping her rear offering a thankful squeeze, while her other hand slips down the front of her armored chest, dipping below her armored orbs, to glide along the smooth surface of her stomach. Offering the empty rumbling tummy a soft little rub, from a skillful hand. "Thanks for looking out for me darling." She whispers behind the catgirl's back, holding herself in close behind her, so that the warmth of her chest can be felt, pressed firm against Arcea's back.<br/><br/>Just as she was thankful to have Arcea protecting her, Celrie felt rather bad for Maribel's cousin. The poor girl had been late to the party, and by the time she'd arrived the battle was all but lost. Her determination not to appear weak was admirable, as was her declaration that she'd take anyone on toe to toe in exchange for the safe release of her kinsfolk. With many of the emotions flooding the battlefield having died down and settled, Celrie was able to tune into this new arrival, was able to pick up on clues and keys to her true feelings, and what she felt made the elf all the more sympathetic.<br/><br/>Offering a playful little nibbled to the back of Arcea's neck, Celrie releases her hold on the catgirl. Smiling up at Daliah she calls out "As much as I'd love to put on a private show for you" she shoots deliah a little wink "I'd much rather do it in the safety and warmth of closed doors....and as for what i said, you don't have to take my word for it dear, I'll have Maribel up in a moment and she can explain it to you herself." she states, having wanted to heal Maribel since she went down, and if it could be used as a show of good faith for the new comer, why all the more reason to heal her up now. That and Celrie also believed she could get Maribel to talk some sense into her cousin. To convince her she needn't sacrifice herself in some duel on their behalf. For as much fun as it would be to take her up on that offer, or to watch Arcea battle it out with her for that matter... Celrie wanted to wrap things up, and finally be able to get out of the cold and snow, which she'd been dieing to do since before the battle had even begun.<br/><br/>Upon reaching Maribel's side, Celrie dips down to stroke a hand across the injured coon's head "Poor Maribel...you didn't deserve to have this happen....let me take care of that wound, to ease your pain." she whispers while pressing her other hand down upon her chest. There she kneads it in between the coon girl's breasts, cupping her thumb beneath her rightmost mound, while her fingers work to squeeze in between the pair, to rub and press against her chest below. A small little smile spreads across the edge of Celrie's lips as a part of her was enjoying this, and she had to admit that Maribel was an attractive girl. With her fingers in place Celrie concentrates on the beating of Maribel's heart, on the life  giving blood pumping through her veins. Celrie closes her eyes, blocking out the world at large, as in that moment only she and Maribel seemed to exist. The elf's hand would glow with psionic power, as Celrie begins channeling her psyche into Maribel's core, feeding her body with raw psionic power, energy meant to heal and revitalize as Celrie can feel her mind entering the coon girl's heart. Can feel a part of her consciousness being pumped throughout the injured girl's body, her veins delivering the energy of her power to every cell they came across, consuming  and infusing them with her essence, not unlike that of a recently digested meal. In fact Maribel's body was experiencing just a fraction of what it may be like to absorb the energy contained within the psionic elf, as Celrie in turn gets a taste of what becoming one with the cooness felt like.<br/><br/>As her energy is pumped throughout Maribel's veins, Celrie feels herself being drawn into every inch of the coon girl's body, the pleasurable, invigorating tingle of her energy settling into her muscles, skin, fur, and hair, every fiber of her being as it makes it's way to the source of her pain. Celrie feeling bits of herself being claimed by Maribel as she's rushed along, the body eager to claim as much of the invigorating energy as it was able. Celrie's mind is filled with the warmth of Maribel, of the steady pound of her beating heart, the rise and fall of her lungs, and even the soft muffled rumbles of the coon girl's belly. All of the internal workings of Maribel's body play out around her, welcoming her to stay, to become a part of her forever, to infuse and power her body for as long as she would last. But Celrie was not merely an energy source, was not a meal digested and claimed by the body of a predator. Realizing how tempting it would be to linger, to simply experience what it was to fuel the racoon's body, to lose herself in the moment, Celrie wills her energy onward, clear to source of her pain, to the tipy top of Maribel's head. there she allows herself to settle, to concentrate her healing energy upon the wound inflicted by Maribel's kinswomen's rifle. Mending the flesh, and replacing the grazed and lost fur and hair, restoring her body to well beyond the point of impact. For as her head wound is healed, the rest of her body would be instilled with a sense of euphoria as psionic energy courses through, and permeates her entire body.<br/><br/>Despite all that Celrie was feeling, the experience itself only lasted a short while. Celrie's focus being drawn back to her own body, leaving Maribel healed and fully recovered, likely to feel better than ever,as the healing had been even more effective than she'd anticipated. The elf's heart is beating rapidly as she returns to her senses, her face flush and blushing as she looks down upon the coon girl. "You feeling better now?" she asks, brushing her fingers through Maribel's hair as she comes to. "Take your time, but when your ready, I believe your cousin has a few questions for you."<br/><br/><br/>Celrie<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;">Healing Maribel<br/><br/> with the wild ace that should be a total of 9 which i believe to be a raise meaning she'd heal 2 wounds, though i don't think that makes a difference in this case. <br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/364871">Coon heals</a>: <span style="text-decoration: underline">1d12</span> <span style="font-weight: bold">8</span><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/364872">coon heals wild</a>: <span style="text-decoration: underline">1d6</span> <span style="font-weight: bold">6</span><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/364873">coon heals wild (ace)</a>: <span style="text-decoration: underline">1d6</span> <span style="font-weight: bold">1</span></div></div></div>