<div class="floatleft">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/775121752186421279/776453145865093230/flowing_hair_kuro23.png?width=520&amp;height=571)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Ceri Thayheart (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2333328)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Skirted uniform + leather armor<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Outside room 30<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Morgan, Seven, Anyone.<br/><br/><strong>HP:</strong>12/12 -<strong>AC:</strong>16<br/><br/><strong>Effects:</strong><br/><strong>Actions:</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Despite being initially bashful, Ceri wasn't entirely oblivious. Taking Morgan in to a hug, she could feel her tremble and suffering. And the strange squishiness of Morgan's body, almost like she was mixed with jelly. Ceri looked down in to the sad face between her boobs. She had a look of concern as Morgan explained what had happened to him... her. Ceri wasn't sure what to think they were. "Oh, Morgan..." She said softly. Gently, Ceri helped Morgan to sit down. She felt like Morgan could use a bit of rest. Still keeping Morgan hugged, Ceri kept him close, stroking her hands through the strange slimy-feeling hair. Hoping at leas that sensation would feel calming to the afflicted friend. "Quite a mess of a day. I'll be here to help you fix this mess though!" Ceri ended off awkwardly. She had something else she wanted to say, but felt it inappropriate to ask so soon. She would just have to refer to Morgan as Morgan, until they figured that out for themselves.<br/><br/>"Hmmph!" Ceri pouted at Seven's request for an end to the hugs. "I can't figure magic things out. That's why I came to learn here! I don't hear any fighting, so no immediate danger... but I've my weapons with me. So, until such a time as they're needed, I shall continue to hug my old friend! Who is in need of pleasant thoughts!" With each declaration, Ceri squeezed Morgan tighter for a moment. It felt strange each time, unused to such a sensation from an embrace.