As Laelanith trances, Scourge sits next to her and wraps her arms around the elf, sliding a hand down to gently tease her slit. As an Outsider, she has no need of sleep or trance, so just spends her time caressing her.<br/><br/>Eventually, a very small, white, pulpy sack slides almost peacefully from Laelanith, covered in her own juices, and into Scourge's hand, only to be dropped outside into one of the patches of thorny plants.<br/><br/>"If it should survive, I think it deserves a chance to grow up strong and fierce. Don't you? Now, how about me leading you out - to a breach in the planes. I should warn you though, it will be unfamiliar territory for one who does not sleep. We will be going to a Nightmare Realm, bordering the Plane of Dreams, and it is there that we are headed next. Once you reach the Plane of Dreams, you will be in relative safety, and will probably be able to find your way to the plane of your choice."