<div class="floatright">(http://puu.sh/o69Lc.jpg)</div>Nuria stumbled further backwards until she bumped into Phelypsis, who was now practically squished between the totally helpfully wizard and the manic pyromancer. The latter relaxed against her as she felt a familiar warmth and almost slumped to the ground after extending this much power -- not of physical fire, but of conceptual rebirth.<br/><br/>"Showed him what was real," she mumbled feverishly. "Burnt the prison from him. Necessary." Her skin felt hotter than usual -- the Godlike was always very warm to the touch, but now she felt more like a humanoid heating bottle.<br/><br/>She reached up to run a hand through her wild mane and brush some errand strands from her face and a weak smile revealed itself. "Thanks," she muttered with a weak voice as she briefly leaned back and brushed her head, soft black hair and all, against Phelypsis' chin, somewhat like a cat would have. The strength seemed to be returning to her limbs already, however, as she slowly came to stand on her own two legs again. "We already killed the tentacle-faces. Unless there's something else, you're fine."<br/>