"I must be dreaming, because I don't believe in ghosts."
Savages | Marina and the Diamonds
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Lyra seemed to turn pale when Nieve delivered the news. "R-rectum!" She squeaked, "wh-how am I supposed to get this up there?!" Lyra seemed incredulous and who could blame her. How could a posion that had gotten her in the hand be cured through something that went up the butt?! Lyra squirmed, seeming highly uncomfortable. For a battle hardened banshee, she sure was blushing a lot. "I-I think I-I'll ne-need help," Lyra admitted, she would have hidden behind her hands if she could, but that wasn't possible at the moment. She rose on shaky legs, feeling light headed, her knees gave and she fell forward. San came over to investigate and help of course, or at least try to. Take care of Lyar? The monster girl didn't quite understand. She nudged Lyra with her head and managed to drag the banshee back onto the couch, who was sweating and pale.
San whimpered, Lyra was holding the phial Nieve had handed her, but she seemed incapable of doing such a thing on her own. "I don't think San can do it," Tymol shook his head, having overheard of course. "She seems better at breaking than fixing things," he pat her head, holding out a spoon. San opened up her mouth, allowing Tymol to deliver the food to it. It tasted good, she thought, yummy. "San help!" She could do it! She didn't know how, but she knew that she wanted to. Her tail swished to and fro, looking up at Nieve to try and determine how she could be of use. It was a little hard when Nieve was speaking in tongues, of course. "San is... good girl!" She determined on her own.
Lyra winced, it was hard to speak. "They were expecting us, they overwhelmed us before we could even pull out our swords." Allen nodded, "a few of us were injured, but thankfully no one died." Lyra had been stupid, that was how she had aquired such a wound. "I stopped an arrow with my hand," she admitted, "thankfully it didn't go through my hand completely, but it still hurts a lot." She winced, San nuzzled Lyra with her head. "San, I'm gonna use you as support, let's... go to the bathroom." San nodded, allowing Lyra to lean against her, "Nieve, come help." Lyra squeaked, mortified that she would need assistance in doing such a thing. San helped Lyra to the bathtub, where she sat on the lip, then was promptly shooed out.
The monster girl waited, sitting eagerly on the floor for when she could be called to help again. She liked being useful, she liked being fed and getting headpats and being told that she was a good girl. It seemed that the monster child really was similar to an animal.