Niarra slumped slightly, a faint whimper escaping her throat. But she didn't move from the chair, half-slumping in place. She was exhausted, and she reached up and gently rubbed her nipples, whimpering at the tender sensations, and unfamiliar weight of them.<br/><br/>"At what cost?" Lyla asked warily, but at the order she stiffened in place, closing her eyes and bracing herself for something...well, painful. But it didn't feel painful, and it didn't feel any different. So she opened her eyes and reached up to rub her forehead, and the gemstone. It was odd, but she wasn't able to see the halo, since it moved<em>with</em>her head.