It is nice, you nod, but Morook’s right: you’ve overstayed your welcome as-is! Taking another whiff of the sugary air, you rise from your kneeling position and sigh. You’re gonna get Diabetes if you stick around any longer… turning to face your gracious host, you give Mieslee a smile as you thank her once more for her hospitality!

“Oh, you’d do the same for me~” She giggles, her wings making a faint jingle as she hovers around you!

Yea, you… you don’t know how to make potions, though…

“Poultices.” She replies with a smirk, “And it’s an expression, dearie.”

Oh. Right! Ha-ha…

Following close behind your ranger pal like a class on a field trip, you just barely manage to pick up a few muttered words from your host as you depart…

“... potent blood indeed…”

Sleep finds you easily when you finally set up camp for the evening–marching across the back country all day will do that to a man. Despite the auspicious encounter with the Lady of the Grove, however, you still can’t help but feel unease welling up in your gut as you lay down for the night.

TT lies sprawled across your chest like a fur rug–her tiny breaths and steady heartbeat lulling you to sleep as her tail coils tries its best to curl around your trunk. Poor thing drifted off ages ago… probably about time for you to do the same.

Feeling weariness tug at your eyelids, the last thing you see before drifting away is Morook sitting on the outskirts of the campsite, his watermelon-sized eyes searching the sky for the answer to an unknown question…

You’re dreaming again… but this one feels different. Stuck in that half-space between lucid and helpless, you sense that you’re not alone…

Who’s there?
>...Liz?
>... Your roommate Travis?
>... Mom and Dad?
>... Your sister Dylan?
>... Someone… else? (Oh god why am I offering this write-in guys please be nice)