<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c8/Phelypsis.jpg)</div>Phelypsis had not really thought about the sticky ichor and cum on her. The noises from downstairs had dispelled those thoughts and replaced them with need for action. Sydney’s coyness however reminded her of her own very lacking attire and of the presence of a strange man. Phelypsis quickly positioned her great sword to stand in front of her groin and covered most of her nipples with one arm across her breasts. She nodded at Sydney, though it was difficult to stare back at those intent red eyes. “Uhhuh, I don’t wanna leave him either. I mean…  he looks too weak to be a problem so-”<br/><br/>The sensation of a familiar pair of breasts brushing against her arm interrupted her thought. A little blush rose on her cheeks and tail began to make idle circles behind her butt. She didn’t really mind the reference to demon lords at all, but the remark aimed at her made Phelypsis smile. “Eh-hehe…” Her friends were always so nice, even inside a dungeon they helped to make her feel confident.<br/><br/>She wasn’t so sold on the idea of testing the color of his blood though. “W-wait. Maybe we can just have Sydney do the thing,” Phelypsis suggested. The man was clearly delirious, possibly possessed by the same manner of magic that had been cast upon her in the throne room. He looked really weakened by captivity, and those wrists looked like they hurt. Poor thing. The sight made her ears flop down and smile drop to a frown.<br/><br/>“Hey!” Phelypsis peeped when Nuria stepped past them. She almost stepped in to stop her but withdrew her hand. There was a dangerous aura around the immolator, something that she did not want to interfere with.<br/><br/>Phelypsis looked at Sydney for support, frowning. She bent over to whisper, “Kinda scary.” Sometimes Nuria had moments when she was easy to understand, well, relatively speaking. Most of the time fucking seemed to be her driving motivation and that Phelypsis could kind of get behind, but these strange bursts of… chaos? Them she couldn’t quite comprehend. Phelypsis tried to offer an alternative though her speech seemed to just become background noise, “I could just bend them too. I mean, Oh…  okay. Uh…” She winced at the screams and pulled ears against her cheeks to block the worst of them. A scary thought crossed her mind as she waited for the unshackling to pass.<em>Nuria wouldn’t do that to me would she?No. She wouldn't. Nuria wouldn't hurt her friends.</em><br/><br/>The cries were turning to whimpers. Phelypsis turned around to look at the scene again. She felt sorry for the man for having to go through that and guilty for letting it happen, but at least it seemed to break whatever spell the illithid had cast on his mind. Phelypsis spoke up from behind and above the others, “Yes. We are real. Hallo.” She did a little wavy motions with her fingers, though couldn’t exactly take her hand off of her breasts. Maybe there was a little bit confusion left in him. The guy seemed to have the wrong idea about dungeon crawling. “We just came. We can’t leave yet. There are more illithid to defeat. Do you know where they are hiding?”