>>58139114 >You started to think. >Mostly about the situation before hand. >The Salazzle continued to cook without even seemingly acknowledging your pressence. >In a way she became far less jittery, only really jittering when she was drinking coffee. >You could see that she enjoyed the process of cooking. >But your mind was already trying to find solutions to the problem you were faced. >The idea of transporting her anywhere was out of the question. >If she pulled the stunt with the door inside a moving vehicle, it would end badly. >Even then, if you'd somehow gotten her to the station, any item containing metals capable of corrosion would be at risk. >You had no other choice than letting her stay. >Even if it still didn't feel right leaving her alone. >She was clearly suffering. >Like she was constantly in a state of denial about her current situation. >Repeating a lie with hopes it becomes true at some point. >Forcing herself to drink coffee despite clearly not enjoying it. >The constant bipedal movement despite a Salazzle normally moving on all fours. >In her less jittery moments you could see bruises on her white skin, making you question if those were caused by falling off the stairs. >The isolation from the outside world so no one would perceive her as a monster. >There was no other way to say it, but you felt sorry for her and what befell her. >You'd wish there was a support group for people like her, but as of now there were none. >Maybe you could get a psychologist to see her, but you were not sure how she'd react. >You kept spiraling within your thoughts, but something broke you out of them, as all of a sudden you felt something tugging at your trousers. >It was the shiny Salazzle, and she pointed you towards the table with 3 cups of coffee on it.
What classes do you not want to see on your team? Every duchess I've seen has spent most of the run on all fours waiting to be revived by my big stick.