Dora looked over at Dancer.<br/><br/>"Dancer, you're not doing well. I've been studying solar charms of healing, but even I don't think I could repair what's been done to you." Dora said, as she sighed a little. "I don't know how, but every egg inside of you is gone now, every single one. Do you get that? You can't have any more children, ever." She didn't feel like wandering over to the pillow pile, they looked normal, and comfy, but her friend was hurt, and possibly being controlled. She seemed to tighten the grip on her fans, Watching the man on the throne, waiting to see what he would do.