Tannis scribbled down the answers Yuriko gave her with notes next to them her ideas of what that could mean medically. The alchemist cringed when the tiefling answer that she felt mentally impaired, a confirmation of her worst fears of what the disease would likely do to her. As her mind was her greatest asset, she couldn't stand the notion that it would be affected by this plague. Being physically weaker was just fine with her though, she didn't value her strength that much beyond being able to carrying all her equipment. She did her best to reason out what exactly Yuriko was mewling with additional information to her answers, but trying to understand was giving Yuriko a headache, so she chose to just ignore them.<br/><br/>That said, her normally quick reflexes were caught off guard when Yuriko decided to rush her. With a crash, Tannis' pen, bottle, and journal went flying out of her hands and lap as she was tackled to the ground by the amorous tiefling. "H-hey! STOP THAT!" She struggled against the rough kisses and the tearing of her clothes. "Yuriko! NO! Get off me!" Even if she did struggle, in the back of Tannis' mind she knew there was no way she was escaping a grapple with Yuriko, not with her martial training.<br/><br/>The alchemist whimpered uselessly as blush filled her pale cheeks. Yuriko wouldn't have any problems with ripping through the clothes like butter. The only thing that would get in her way to Tannis' breasts would be the armor the alchemist wore, but it would take long to pull that over her head. Tannis told herself that it was the disease that was doing this, it made all the infected crave sex more, that much she observed. She wasn't sure what were the consequences if they didn't sate their desires, but even as the monk forced herself on the alchemist, Tannis figured that it was better than Yuriko going to Alsten for it. Even still...this wasn't exactly what she signed up when she knocked on the door. It'd take quite the effort to make Tannis not struggle instinctively.