Finexia nodded, smiling. "It'll wait another day, Alabaster. Come along."<br/><br/>In the morning Finexia would go to the evoker and witch who'd invaded at the behest of the Church of Pharasma and nodded at them. "Alright, you two. Time to go. Go ahead and prepare what spells you need, and when you're done we'll take you to the entrance. From there you're on your own. And as long as you don't directly fight me, that's the end of our relationship, for good or ill."<br/><br/>After they were prepared, she'd lead them to the entrance and see them off before going back inside to finish her cataloging. There were far too many items within.<br/><br/>But Finexia would help in cataloging the various items. She'd gleefully take most of the items, passing her cloak and headband of intellect to Alabaster, if the woman wanted them. But the thing she was most interested in were the philters of love. Finding them, Finexia grinned and smiled to herself. These she could definitely use. So she took them, and headed up to the Heart chamber.<br/><br/>Standing next to the pillar of flesh that Vivian was being tormented in, she communicated her desires to the Heart. It already had a pair of tendrils down the princess's throat, one to allow her to breath, the other to feed her, so it would be relatively easy for it to feed the princess one of the philters. It took some time for it to have an opening in the right<em>place</em>, perhaps, but she'd pour the liquid into the hole, and then wait a bit. Only after about an hour would she command it to pull back, after ensuring no one else was available for the princess to fall in love with.<br/><br/>And as it slowly retracted, from the woman's throat as well as her ears, where it'd been whispering suggestions for her to submit for the last two days, Finexia smiled at the princess. "Hello, Vivian! It's only been two days. Changed your mind yet? And how's the pregnancy coming, hmm?"<br/><br/>Finexia would reach out and gently run a hand over Vivian's stomach experimentally. Four days out of fourteen, she doubted that there would be much of a sign at all. Unless it was a particularly large batch, of course.