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"Friend," Khay replies with a firm nod of her own- yes, friends! And as friends do, Khay elected to wipe some of the acidic saliva off of the girl's shirt and chest with one of her lower two hands; which turned out to be a bad idea. The burning sensation was immediate and troubling, though Khay elected not to show it on her face. Instead, she wiped the corrosive substance off on her own robe, down near her leg, where it would fester and dissolve on its own.

"I'll help you get yourself all taken care of," Khay eventually assures, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. "We'll start by securing your mind, and then, your friends... back there." She gestures idly in the direction that the undead had come from, where the battle presumably still ensued.

"May I get in your head, my friend?" Ultimately, Khay wanted to see what entity lay at the bottom of this fountain of energy; and link it to the powers that were roiling within. It probably wouldn't hurt to give a little power of her own... after all, one good turn deserves another, right?

The undead might feel Khay's mind, then, a powerful and solid entity to the masses of pained screams in the background- solid, yet filled with chaos and energy, tantalizing on the edge of thought.