<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d8/Dhampir_Sorceress.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Mephis<del>Daphoinos</del><br/><strong>Race:</strong><del>Ḩ̸̉å̴̱l̷̤͒f̷̺̎-̶̨̚E̴͖̾l̶̯̓f̷͓̒</del>Dhampir<br/><strong>Age:</strong>20<br/><strong>Class:</strong>Sorcerer<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Adventurer, Divine Mark, Harlot's Mark, Slave of Lord Victor Balebrook, Traitor to Atlantica,<em>Inspired</em><br/><hr/>"Oh my." Mephis was a bit surprised, to say the least, when Serana fell back into the tub and fainted. She would also have been a bit more alarmed than she currently was, except that Ionli was taking it all very calmly, and so far as the dhampir knew, the aasimar did have some actual medical training. Also, admittedly, it wasn't exactly her first time leaving another woman flustered to the point that she fell into a swoon, though usually they didn't stay out of it for this long... She focused on washing herself as best she could while talking a little further with the priestess. "Well, I should certainly hope so. I've worked very hard on learning how to make myself as appealing as possible~"<br/><br/>The feeling that she had overdone it did, at least, help the slave girl to get her own libido under control a bit more, and she was no longer quite so firmly and rigidly erect when it was time to get out of the bath. She even helped the priestess to lift the princess out of the tub, as well as to dry her off enough that she wouldn't wind up dripping all over the floor while being carried off some place to rest.<br/><br/>"I'll go and fetch some water from the kitchen for when she wakes up," Mephis helpfully volunteered, while dressing herself afterwards. "I'll bring her clothes by, too, and I can stay with her if you'd like to return to your room to get some more rest."<br/><br/>A cool, refreshing drink would be easy enough to have on hand for the princess when she awoke. A clay pitcher filled with clean water, a few cups, and one casting of<em>Shape Water</em>to turn an approximately fist-sized chunk of that water into ice was all that she needed. Then it was time to finally take that nap that she had been promising herself, and while she did spend a few seconds looking longingly at the bed that the princess had been deposited into, the dhampir ultimately wound up turning to her pack and spreading out the bedroll that she commonly used while camping. Her own fatigue was trumping her hunger right now, but it was still better to avoid the temptation, lest they both wake up to find themselves in a very compromising position together...