<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/SVgHqW2.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Iona Viliulf (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=300582.msg14694421#msg14694421)</span></strong><strong>AC</strong>: 14<strong>HP</strong>: 10<br/><hr/>(Gladly accepting 4 hp from the potion and 7 from Ria, seductive channel is a-ok)<br/><br/>That night, Iona slept in short spurts of jolting fear, clutching her blanket like she hadn’t since she was a child.  Despite having bled to unconsciousness the night before, Ria’s channeled magic and Bellantha’s potion had put her back to health ... completely.  She’d awoken like nothing had happened, with only the remnant bloodstained ground to remind her of her failing... her weakness... the night before.<br/><br/>She makes no show of it, but her shame is apparent enough. She finds herself packing in silence and giving a shy, almost meek, nod of thanks to Bella and Ria— the latter eliciting a shy and sudden blush.<br/><br/>“Ready to go,” she says, checking the campsite once more before leaving.<br/>