<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/gNwY8ZO.jpg)</div><strong>Seras Goreev</strong><br/>Human Fighter - Lvl 1<br/><strong>HP</strong>:  21 / 25<br/><strong>XP</strong>:  1 / 8<br/><strong>Conditions</strong>:  None<hr/>"They'll have to balance their displeasure against the safety of no longer having a ghastly devil dog lurking among their homes." Seras said with a bit of a crooked smirk, apparently pleased to have accomplished something despite her snark and Vafi's condition.  Rooting around in her package, she produced a cloth, soaking it in the bucket.<br/><br/>"Okay, clear the lips, then the eyes, then the nose in that order..." she instructed gently, pressing the cool cloth to Vafi's face, "Then get what you can off your face and use the rest of the bucket to get the worst of it out of your hair.  Just, trust me on that." she said, waiting for the Paladin to take the cloth from her.  "Burn the rag when you're done, somewhere out in the open, and try not to breath in the smoke.  It won't harm you, but the dreams that would follow are ... not pleasant."<br/><br/>"I know a few tricks for softening up ectoplasm, but we'll need to get you into a warm tub for that." she tutted slightly, fussing over the busty sword maiden and trying to make her at least marginally presentable.  For the moment, at least, it seemed that she rated looking after her party member a bit more highly than checking out the place Gerald and his new arrival had picked out for them.