<div class="floatright"><div align="center">(http://puu.sh/o69Lc.jpg)<br/><strong>Nuria (https://elliquiy.com/wiki/Delvers_Company_Characters#Nuria)</strong></div><div style="text-align: left;"><strong>Race:</strong> Godlike   <strong>Class:</strong> Immolator Custom (https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/u/9699466/Immolator-custom-v1.1.pdf)   <strong>HP</strong>: 17/20  <hr/></div></div>Nuria couldn't quite suppress the pain as she felt Sydney's fingers poke against her ribs once again -- no longer riding the adrenaline train of life and death, the exhaustion was getting to her and the magical healing caused her eyelids to droop for a moment. The relief was palpable this time as remaining wounds knit themselves together and a few more dire scrapes that had scabbed over from the first spell quickly reformed into supple skin. But more important than all of these superficial wounds was the brief sting of bone stitching itself back together and returning to their proper shape, causing the initial hiss of pain the Godlike made to ease into a much softer sigh.<br/><br/>"That's better …" Nuria commented, head still a little woozy as she had nothing more to draw her attention away from the resonance of Sydney's arousal magic against her skin, giving her goosebumps as her breath quickened for a moment for entirely different reason. Still, it was plain to see now that beneath the earlier cheer, Sydney hadn't shrugged the assault off nearly as well as the firewielder had first assumed. Between the Godlike's own promiscuous tendencies, the oft-carnal nature of their encounters and laissez-faire attitude, she had almost forgotten that some masked their pain behind a strong exterior.<br/><br/>She wasn't exactly a comforting person -- too intense, too heated -- but that didn't mean she couldn't at least try to return the favor. "Still a bit sore, but that'll go away on its own," she commented as she inspected herself, then took a moment to realign her breast cups, as usual entirely nonchalant about the other's proximity -- of course, Sydney had just teased her own folds to draw strength for her magic, so there wasn't much shyness lost between either of them. "You say the word, I roast those little shits."<br/><br/>She proceeded to test her return to health by first rolling her shoulders, then stretched her back until her spine popped and a satisfied grin returned to her lips, her earlier grumpiness vanished as her vitality returned to her. In the spirit of that, she placed on arm around the mage's shoulders and with a reassuring squeeze made to rejoin Phelypsis together with her.<br/><br/>"And if you need help finishing or getting that lizard-spunk out of you, well, I<em>am</em>feeling a whole lot better … "<br/><br/><strong>FIN?</strong><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Sorry, had to!</div><div class="spoiler_body"> Nothing to see here! No, really!</div></div>