<br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/NEPKBSx.jpg)(https://i.imgur.com/dbO8fdR.jpg)<br/>(https://i.imgur.com/zu9APE4.jpg)</div><br/>As Katra arrived on the scene, S was not far behind. Well, she was a little far behind, Valna had been in quite a rush to get down the stairs after all, "Master Grella" she cooed, sliding over to give the elc a gooey hug once Valna had been placed down, "I must also apologize. Had I been with you at the time I could have transformed to shield you. I allowed myself to be distracted by my gluttonous hunger, and in doing so neglected my duties as your weapon and armor" she apologized, "That said, I am greatly relieved to know your death was only temporary" she added, giving the big green woman another squeeze, running her hands up and down her chiseled back as if to make extra sure it had healed.<br/><br/>"Hmm? Attention you say?" Cass asked, her curiosity causing her to glance over her shoulder, only to snap back around when she saw they hadn't fully redressed yet, "I-I see. Well I'll take it as a good sign then. After all I am cementing my position as the true arbiter over life and death, so it only makes sense that the Gods would start to take notice, Madama Muerta most of all" she said, a bit of confidence and ego starting to set in as she puffed out her bountiful chest in pride, "And while she may have noticed my spell taking effect, it would seem she was powerless to stop it, which means my True Resurrection spell is even more powerful than a God...which means...<strong><em>I'm</em></strong>more powerful than a God...." she trailed off, eyes widening as the implications set in. Without another word she went over to a nearby desk and began frantically scribbling things down.<br/><br/>"Ummm, why don't we give Mistress Cass'andra some space to work. Breakfast is ready" S said, ushering them all up and out of the basement.<br/><br/>JURO<br/>"hmmmmm.... S hmm'd to herself as Juro explained what was troubling him, "...well I'm not sure I can do anything about having a clan, but if you'd like I could talk to Mistress Cass'andra about setting up a garden on the roof. It's not a vast plot by any means, but I think with some creative structuring we could set up something respectable" she suggested, "And of course Master, your dietary preferences shall remain a closely guarded secret" she said with a dutiful bow, clearly having no clue of why he didn't want the others to know he liked carrots, yet was happy to accommodate him all the same. She would vanish into the kitchen and a few moments later a tendril holding a plate with a single carrot would extend out to Juro. Upon picking it up the druid would immediately notice just how impossibly<em>smooth</em>it felt, perfectly peeled to leave no blemishes nor edges, completely round and polished all the way around. The velvety texture of it sliding along his tongue was downright luxurious, as was the satisfying snap as he bit into it.