<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>: 12/20  <hr/></div></div>"To think …" Nuria rasped as Sydney went about her healing magic by way of intimate embrace and grope. "For a moment, I actually felt bad for you, ya damn tease." The cyan-glowing magic traced across her tan skin, spreading and sinking in almost like a salve as it eased her taut muscles and healed a good number of scratches and scrapes. She was complaining, but couldn't quite bring herself to actually get angry at the arousal mage. She couldn't quite summon the smirk that would usually be on her lips when she bad-mouthed Sydney either.<br/><br/>Sadly the single spell didn't seem to quite do it -- Nuria's lean body had taken a harsh beating over the course of their adventure and whilst she was certainly stabilized now and her open wounds either closed or scabbed over, her ribs weren't quite as ready to mend. Her breath rattled as she gave off a sigh and poked the tattooed girl in the forehead to force her to back up a little. "The giant bug broke my damn ribs, so do me a favor and ease off there." Her fingers briefly moved to examine her ribcage, tracing the skin just above and below her breasts to try and gauge just how bad off she was still. When she finally found the crack in one of her lower ribs, she visibly winced. Her fire-lit eyes glanced back up towards Sydney after a moment. "Unless you've got some more of that magic left over, then touch all you want."<br/><br/>This whole excursion -- aside from the first battle against the bugbears -- had pretty much been a bust. Illithids screwing with their minds, a tentacle monster that didn't even have the courtesy to give her a thorough workover, that shitty dragon turning full-on cackling villain after she undid his bindings, those creepy bugs and not much in the way of glory or opportunity to go wild. Everything below the Earth was always so muddled, almost as bad as under water. Suffice it to say, she wasn't feeling particularly sexy at the moment. Crawling through the Earth to get free, even with two pert asses practically in her face at times, hadn't given her much of a thrill.<br/><br/>Still, she had an answer for Phelypsis question, at least. "We walk," she deadpanned and gave the demon an odd look as she watched her try to cover up. "Stop squirming, it's nothing we haven't seen before."<br/><br/>She'd consider offering the shy demon her leathers, which somehow had managed to survive with only minimal damage, courtesy of their resistance to fire. And the fact little there actually was very little material to the tight pseudo-armor. But neither her chest-cups nor the straps barely covering her nethers would fit the voluptuous Anda. "… once I can breathe right, I can try and fix your armor up some." Between the remaining bits of Phelypsis' chainmail around her waist and the silver shackles, there should be just enough material to at least make the attempt -- whether the barbarian would be happy with flimsy metal coverings barely thick enough to hide her large nipples and chain panties was another question. But the big girl needed to get over her shyness anyway, as far as Nuria was concerned, so it definitely couldn't hurt for her to get used to more revealing clothes.<br/>