Selia's Demi-Transformation (CW)

<--Gurashi mopily planning to talk to angels on Celestia when...

You embrace Elohora, Lady of the Eternal Light with great ardour.
Elohora, Lady of the Eternal Light says, "Go with my blessings, child. And remember that the Light will always guide you."
As you embrace Elohora, Lady of the Eternal Light, her purity and grace surround you with such intensity that you almost faint in rapture. Without knowing how, you find yourself before the Pool of Stars, still feeling blessed.
Pool of Stars.
This location is flooded with shallow, crystal clear water. Soft, flowing sands surround the Pool of Stars, pale as freshly fallen snow. A lonely desert palm grows beside the pool, casting shadows upon its magical waters. Small indigenous rocks are scattered around the base of the pool, glistening with flecks of mica and quartz. A powerful aura of peace and tranquility hangs in the air here, penetrating the soul of any traveler who passes through. Beside the pool, a creosote bush blooming in beautiful yellow flowers grows. Inside the bush, a nest of desert insects chirps, filling the peaceful locale with the sound of life. An enormously wide circular pool, as dark as the night sky, glitters softly under the luminous sky. There are 15 cavaliers of the Light here. There are 15 archons of Eternal Light here. There are 15 Kusalas of the Tahtetso here. An imposing sword of radiant white metal has been driven deep into the ground in a silent statement of intent. Limned with holy fire, a celestial archangel stands loftily on a floating cloud, regarding you with her sympathetic eyes of light. With cloudy wings of ethereal mist unfurled, a pure white gryphon is here, shrouded in fathomless darkness. With her wings spread, a divine deva floats in the air before you. Hovering in the air, a seraphic angel warms the surroundings with his inner light. Selia is here, shrouded.
You see exits leading north, east, south, and west.

With a gentle, euphonic lilt, you say, "Ah--!"

LOOKIT SELIA
Hunched, gigantic, and with skin stretched nearly to breaking point, there is very little that is ordinary about this being; only the very jaded would say she is an ordinary human demigoddess. Some part of the process between mortal and semidivine seems to have gone poorly; her form is at least twice as tall as most of her human kin, easily two metres at least. Misshapen and asymmetrical, one warped arm is overlong, fingertips dragging upon the ground, its blunted tips lacking nails, the bones within the flesh gnarled and knotted. This malformed motif defines the rest of her skeleton, also; her spine lurches to one side within the crooked torso it inhabits beside shoulders of uneven length and ribs that strain against the skin above a grossly concave stomach. Her legs are bent double, her posture a bowed crouch because of her prodigious height. One leg ends not in a foot but a splayed pentad of digits, neither finger nor toe. The other foot grasps and grips, its foot - hand? - acting like those of a humanoid primate more than a human's. Across her entire form are flakes of dried skin alongside patches of twisting hairs and broiling acne, their ruddy canvas overstretched, lined with thick, pulsing veins that roil turgidly while delivering their sanguine contents all about their home. Across her torso, what seem to be gashes can be seen; oddly, they neither bleed nor scar, instead resembling a cracked eggshell, through which flickering auroric light pours. Her head appears mostly human, at least in terms of shape; strands of thin hair dangle unevenly in haphazard patches. Beneath that is the slab of flesh that is her forehead - and her brow as well, both features now one, an overhang above sunken eyes. These too are uneven, though both have a persistent shine to them, like two sparkling diamonds pressed into the fleshy balloon of her head.
She is wearing:
luminous robes of a finely woven silk that mostly obscure her form
white leather knee-high boots
a pair of fingerless black gloves
a wide sash of bright gold silk wrapped around the waist, ends hanging to one side
a softly glowing white backpack
a silver band set with pale pink hearts
a platinum-and-silver ring inset with a blazing ruby
a Shakiniel's shield ring
a star-etched diamond ring
a dusky gold ring bearing a brilliant topaz, especially well-cared for compared to the other rings
a white gold necklace of devotion
a star-etched amethyst ring.

LOOKIT ME-LIA
Standing at a scant four foot ten inches, they are an alluring sileni kindly demigod changeling. The slender curves of this creature's form, from their slight shoulders to their dainty, six-fingered hands, lend them a youthful, wholesome appearance. Their right hand has been scarred upon the palm, as if with a sharp object, and their most prominent three knuckles of the same hand are marred. A heart-shaped face houses a sheepish smile and a pair of large, expressive, slate-blue eyes, their brilliant white pupils resembling stars framed with dusky auburn lashes. Their long cheeks and thin, upturned nose both bear a permanent shade of blush, accentuated by the greatest cluster of freckles. A moderately sized crescent-shaped scar mars their right cheek, brightly visible against the deep hue of their skin. Their smooth skin is tawny in color, covered in a smattering of auburn freckles. A hint of discolored flesh can be seen at the center of their sternum, mostly obscured by their clothing. An unruly mane of bright, apricot colored hair is clustered in wavy clumps atop their head, parted on either side of their head by a pair of curling, deep sable ram's horns, the left horn slightly shorter and stumpier than the right. A shock of bone-white hair stands out along their left temple, the tuft tucked delicately around their horn. A pair of velvety soft black ram's ears hang down from below their horns, twitching every so often in response to foreign sound. Beginning along their midriff is a thin coat of apricot-colored wool, a hint of pure white spots seen poking out from the top of their pants. Their backwards-tilted legs are slender and fawn-like, covered in downy tufts of orange fur and coming to end with triangular, sable black hooves. A short orange and white tail can be seen occasionally wagging behind them. Their skin shimmers faintly from a thin application of oil and smells faintly of dragon's blood, deep and exotic.
They are wearing:
a starry wreath of celestial light set atop their head like a halo
an ebon throwover cloak striated with lilac patterns wrapped protectively about their form
a circlet of crystal thorns resting loosely atop their head
a vivid red-orange poppy tucked lovingly behind their left ear
the Mantle of Starlight which flows dreamily about their shoulders and back
a breezy blue cotton tunic which hangs flatteringly from their form
mercurial Mysraian prayer beads pulled taut against their right wrist
a Glomdoring friendship bracelet which jingles softly on their left wrist
minty citrus incense beads pulled taut against their right wrist
a shifting, living poppy of amber petals worn delicately upon their left wrist
a driftwood ring of sea breezes fitted tightly to their left middle finger
simple white linen trousers which swish around their legs freely
Refined Boots of the Paladin, worn and weathered from use.

You eyes light up as you smile.

Selia's skeleton groans within its fleshy enclosure as she turns to face you.

You have emoted: Gurashi's short tail wags behind them as they approach. "Ah! Oh! Good evening, Miss Selia," They bleat gently. "Please do not let me interrupts!"

Golden shades radiate from your chest and your heart beats faster with newly-appeared determination.

With a gentle, euphonic lilt, you say, "I yam looking for peoples to tell they are goodly to, am! I do!"

Selia's smaller arm shudders as its hand compresses into a fist. A nubby finger extends towards a celestial archangel.

Selia says, "Fffffinnnnishhhhed."

You have emoted: Gurashi's hanging ears twitch in tandem, and they smile, stepping closer. "You have been telling them?" They ask, hopping up and down.

With a gentle, euphonic lilt, you say, "Or are you telling me I can?" They twirl blithely before Selia, balancing on a hoof. "Sorry, I am still a little woobly."

Selia nods, sort of; her hooded head bobs indistinctly.

The air here smells incredibly fresh and pure, and your lungs breathe it in deeply.

You have emoted: Gurashi cants their head, dramatically bobbing to the side as they try to gaze up at Selia. "How are doing to-day?" They wonder aloud with a smile. "How have been?"

Abruptly, the veins upon Selia's larger arm surge with light, which in turn spears outward from the rift in her skin. She stumbles, gasping, almost on all fours, except the smaller of her arms is not actually long enough for the task.

You blink.

With a gentle, euphonic lilt, you say, "Ah--."

Selia shudders violently.

You have emoted: Gurashi's small tail suddenly puffs up in their surprise, nearly dropping their instrument in their surprise as they rush over to Selia's side. "Oh! Oh! Miss Selia?" They bleat, hand finding Selia's shoulder - or, what they assume to be her shoulder.

You fret over everything that might go wrong.

A gentle melody begins to sound throughout the area, like raindrops upon the ground.

That too-small arm flops and twitches, eventually sticking out at an angle... Selia is pointing, it seems. Between laboured breaths and the sound of gritted teeth abrading each other, she manages to keen out, "Dzhhhat....way." Scrabbling and whimpering, seeming more like a wounded animal than a human (or a titan, or a demigod...), she flops northward.

With a fierce cry, a pure white gryphon flaps his cloudy wings of ethereal mist and flies off to the north.

You fret over everything that might go wrong.

The sands of Celestia.
A rhythmic thrumming saturates the area, drawing attention to a war shrine of Terentia nearby. This location is flooded with shallow, crystal clear water. The white sands begin to linger here, as the desert begins to descend into a wide valley. The green flora to the north is vivid and beautiful, a wide array of different plant life. The sounds of valley creatures teeming with life are heard all around the valley, as the path descends into it. Fragile orchids and other rare flowers begin to replace the tough flowers of the desert along the shoulders of the path. Limned with holy fire, a celestial archangel stands loftily on a floating cloud, regarding you with her sympathetic eyes of light. A beatific cherub flitters in the air, giggling with delight. Limned with holy fire, a celestial archangel stands loftily on a floating cloud, regarding you with her sympathetic eyes of light. With cloudy wings of ethereal mist unfurled, a pure white gryphon is here, shrouded in fathomless darkness. Selia is here, shrouded.
You see exits leading north, southeast, south, and southwest.

You have emoted: Gurashi's fretting does not cease in the slightest as they do their best to keep up with the hulking figure of their friend, starry eyes wide. "What is going on? Is it hurting now?!" They ask suddenly. "You do not normally lose Lights like that - are you O-K?"

You fret over everything that might go wrong.

Now Selia lies upon the sand, torso heaving, oversized veins threatening to burst, it seems - actually, one does, and blood vomits forth onto the sand. Unable to continue moving productively, she falls to the ground, thrashing.

You give a horrified gasp.

You have emoted: The sound that the sileni makes is nothing short of a shrill shriek of surprise and terror as blood pours forth from Selia's mouth. "OH--" Gurashi dashes forward, small shape attempting to console the large thrashing one upon the ground. "Oh! Miss Selia! Wait! You are hurt!" They say panickingly. "Oh! Please do not move!"

"HhhhhhhURTS," Selia yowls, one of her hands - wait, that's a foot - clutching fruitlessly at the sand. The split vein knits itself back together, only to be rent again, and joined by others. More blood soaks the sand, and its owner is reduced to making undignified animalistic noises.

You have emoted: Gurashi's expression twists miserably at hearing Selia's cry. "I-I--" They seem unable to find any sort of words of comfort to follow over the distressed noises Selia creates. Eventually, they overcome the initial shock created by the moment, their arms reaching out, one to Selia's arm, the other to her back. "It is O-K," They say, raising their voice over the cries, "Am here withs you - you are going to be O-K!"

You look at Selia hopefully.

You think to yourself: I am not a healer ...!

A pure white gryphon with cloudy wings of ethereal mist talons the ground with a fierce shriek, his wings spreading gloriously behind him.

Selia's skin is afire with a mad fever, and beneath it you can feel vibrations and shifts, pulses and rolls, as if all within was boiling and churning, torn apart and made again. In places that are fortunately not just beneath your hand, the piebald skin rips open entirely, in great scarlet swaths of muscle, painted with white streaks of fat and sinew. Selia's teeth grind - and snap, even, as she crushes them together; these, too, grow back visibly, even while one looks - a complement to the torn skin at the edges of her (mounting, and renewing) wounds lurching forward in an attempt to rejoin itself, such motion causing it to tear elsewhere instead.

You have emoted: Though Gurashi offers their support, they look completely out of their element, their short tail wagging anxiously behind them, cloak dragging on the ground, able to do little more than offer a consoling touch and presence. "Oh!" They let out another bleat of surprise at the horrific transformation before them, blood coating their palm as they draw it back. "Y--" They barely croak out the words, "y-you must be, s-still! Y-you'll hurts yourselfs! Oh--" The sound of teeth shattering makes them grimace, "ohmygoshohgoodness--".

You think to yourself: Held together--.

You reach out, pulling Selia into a tight embrace.

It is good that you pulls their palm away when they do; shortly thereafter does a blood vessel violently explode in a scarlet corona just where it had been. So severe are her mounting injuries that a radiant light now flashes over them, escalating their regeneration, but it is still a losing battle. She grows in size, not through any good or natural process but rather as more flesh and skin is thrown together, adding to Selia's shambling, horrific lump of biomass. When you embraces her, it is like squeezing a car-sized stress ball, though one that also splashes blood and...probably worse...onto its owner.

Selia thinks to herself: Even now...there is love...!

You have emoted: Gurashi grimaces but does not release, as if their short arms might hold the being struggling before them together better than Selia could. They scrunch their face as blood sprays and splashes, leaving crimson flecks dripping off their hair. "Y-You are going t-to be O-K!" They repeat again more desperately, voice wavering, tears in their eyes. "I-is O-K! Gotchu!"

You think to yourself: *their head is racing with thoughts, heart thundering in their chest, blood rushing in their ears, hardly able to form a cohesive thought other than 'this looks bad and painful and what do I do'*.

One would be hard-pressed to determine exactly -where- it originates from, considering that Selia is in the state she's in, and you is busy hugging her, but the Light within this convulsing flesh heap grows stronger, its radiance soft and assured (though still, admittedly, somewhat grisly, considering it effuses forth from the jagged cracks, tears and wounds in Selia's form). This might be overshadowed by the ever-accelerating profusion of new wounds appearing to replace the hasty patching-up of the old; at this point entire digits are split off of Selia's form; fingers or ears violently expelled, to be discarded to one side and gruesomely replaced by jabbing spikes of bone, around which muscle and sinew spiral, encased in skin which then rends anew moments later.

You feel emboldened as you breathe in your own exotically-charged aroma.

Selia thinks to herself: This wretched, disgusting form...the imperfect and fallible mortal frame...This too is loved...THIS TOO IS LOVED...!

You have emoted: Gurashi grunts, eyes scrunched close as they feel Selia shake and fall to literal pieces before them, their grip tightening as much as it can without fear of sinking their fingers into wounded flesh. They manage to choke out another "is going to be O-K" among all the gnashing, burying their face into whatever appendage they've so chosen to cling to to give their support.

Considering the sound that issues forth, like a sodden book being torn abruptly in two, it's probably best that you had their eyes closed. Even through their eyelids, though, the world tints red, as though a great light were shining forth. That limb of Selia's flops numbly in her friend's grasp; perhaps it too had been torn away. Certainly the damage-and-undamage cycle had escalated in scale to wrack more than mere fingers and toes.

You have emoted: Gurashi's starry eyes part a little, aware of the sudden sense of disconnect, the limpness of the limb in their grasp. Terrified they lift their gaze to look at Selia beside them, letting out a trembling bleat, an exhale of a breath they hadn't realized they were holding. "Miss..."

Selia's arm, you now see, has also torn off from the rest of her. In fact, the immediate surroundings resemble an unfortunate accident between a Pyrochemist's explosive experiments and a butcher's shop that specialized in quantity over quality. Skin and flesh, bone and organ, all are scattered haphazardly around the area, all against a sanguine canvas, with only some identifiable (there, a heart, still pulsing and jetting blood, here a gallbladder, oozing its contents impotently onto the sand), but at the center of it all is a towering, radiant figure. It reaches for you, a hand placed upon your forehead. "Do not be afraid," it says, in a voice that is much like...Selia's...?

<-- NEW DESC ... BUT SHE REQUESTED IT BE SEKRIT FOR NOW >:3c

You have emoted: Gurashi blinks a few times, considering now the arm that they hold and its complete and utter limpness. They jolt and let it fall in their fright, hands folding over their chest, checking themselves before reaching out for the fleshy, bleeding mass that once housed a titan. Only, they stop, their surrounds slowly falling into place, light briefly blinding them, then drawing their full attention up. They feel warmth against their skin and freeze, jaw dropping and forming a little 'o' of surprise.

With a gentle, euphonic lilt, you say, "M..."

Voice high and faint, you ask, "Miss Selia...?"

Selia drifts towards you, toes barely touching the red sands beneath them, lightly nudging her forth, like walking on the bottom of the pool. She stands before you, well, radiantly. It might be prettier if not for the hunks of meat, her prior body, in dripping gobbets all around.

Selia says, "Yes. It's me. Even in that form, you showed love to me, Gurashi. You were kind, you were patient, you were true. As I said before: Raziela shines brightest through you. It is that love you showed that allowed me to overcome my condition."

You have emoted: Gurashi lets out another little noise, a confused little series of hums or grunts, an attempt at words that cannot be fully formed. They scramble to their hooved feet, wobbling, stepping over the arm they had so desperately clung to. They blink slowly, seeming like they are about to ask something before Selia speaks, her radiant and melodic voice causing the sileni's starry eyes to widen even further.

Voice wavering a little as they step closer, expression nothing short of shocked, you ask Selia, "...y-you are O-K?"

Selia says, "I am more than I was. I am above 'okay'..."

Contours of shadow within Selia's halo suggest something of a smile. And, accompanied by such, Selia says, "...but being O-K...yes, I am."

You have emoted: Gurashi wavers a little where they stand, moves to step over a piece of a body part. "Oh," They breathe, then suddenly throw themselves forward, arms outstretched in an attempt to grab the demi-divine into an embrace. "AHHH YOU ARE O-K!!"

In contrast to the feverish heat and chaotic turgidity of before, now Selia's embrace is a soothing and tranquil thing. Within her arms, one likely feels at peace, feels loved. As such, she accepts the embrace.

The faint hint of dragonsblood disappears and you find yourself no longer coated in it.

Pale gold in hue, the wreath about your brow shimmers in a steady pattern, like unto a heartbeat in its gentle pulsation, crowning you in a flickering halo before settling still once more.

Selia smiles and says, "It was one thing to know Love, even through Raziela's guidance...but another to feel it for true. It is from you, Gurashi, that the Light found me wholly. Or that I found it. Perhaps it is both, and neither."

The echoes of giggling cherubs surround you, making you smile with happiness.

You have emoted: Gurashi wraps Selia up in as much of an embrace as they can muster, blood and vicera clinging to their hair and horns as they bury their face in against the demi-divine's torso then pull back, delighted. "You are so SHINY now! How do you feel?! Oh my GOSH!" They bounce up and down, then stop, attempting to contain themselves enough to listen to Selia's words.

You look at Selia hopefully.

A pulse of light comes into being around Selia's hand, and she rests it atop your head. Thankfully, the fetor and fluids you had been inundated with are sanitized away.

Selia says, "My aura had warred with my soul ever since...mm, for most of my life, I would guess, though it was Titanhood that saw the former lashing out aggressively."

Selia says, "To be harmonized at last...feels as if a long burden has been finally set aside."

You have emoted: Gurashi awkwardly shuffles in place, looking down at the blood-soaked sands with a furrowed brow. They look back up again, eyes shiny with tears. "Oh! I--" They fumble over words, laughing suddenly. "The Light is goodly!" They bleat at last. "and I do Loves you! You are my friend, and-- ahh," They watch as their hair is magically cleaned, jaw forming an even bigger 'o' of surprise. "Ooooohhhhhh..."

You boggle at Selia.

You hands fly to your mouth as you give a short gasp of elation.

Their tail a blur of orange and white behind them as they wag it, you say to Selia, "I am so happy for you! Ah! It looked so painful, before..."

You have emoted: Gurashi glances down at the husk of a still steaming body on the ground before whipping their head around to gaze at the radiant demi-divine before them. "You are so beautiful! I wish my demi-divining made me so shiny too! Does it not hurt? You are harmonized? That means it does not hurt, right?"

With a faint and soft smile, Selia says, "It does not hurt. Aura, soul, and body are in tandem at last. I think it would have happened on its own, in time, but it is your love that tipped the scale. You brought an end to my suffering and pain. Words could never express my gratitude."

You fret over everything that might go wrong.

Golden shades radiate from your chest and your heart beats faster with newly-appeared determination.

Blushing at this, you say, "OH."

You have emoted: Gurashi looks down as their chest seems to literally radiate light with the words, flustered. "I-I am so happy f-for you! Ah!"

You fret over everything that might go wrong.

Beaming, you say, "Love is t-the best! The biggest!" They release Selia, holding their arms overhead. "Oh! Your voice is all normal a-gain, too! Oh! I am so happy! You must feel so muchly more yourselfs! But shinier!"

The air here smells incredibly fresh and pure, and your lungs breathe it in deeply.

Selia doesn't say anything for now, satisfied, perhaps, with the embrace, and perhaps saying more thereby than words could.

An exhilarating choir of angels reverberates throughout the plane, filling the air with warmth and blessing.

You have emoted: Gurashi wiggles happily, shoulders sagging with visible relief. "I am glad you are feeling better," They breathe happily, giving Selia a squeeze, then another hug. "You are a demi-divines! Wowees! A whole pieces of a Divines! Isn't that amazing!" They pull back, wiggling more in their enthusiasm. "Ah! But do not do TOO much too soonly, be sure to gets rests for yourselfs too! Your body's been... through..." They look down again, then up at Selia, then down, then up again. "A lot!"

The Mantle of Starlight flows gently against your form, twinkling stars shifting across its surface as the starry infinity continues its eternal motion.

You fret over everything that might go wrong.

Selia releases you at length, and looks around at the gory mess that is the backdrop of this scene. "It is finished," she replies, though she glances around a bit more, taking the scene in. "Though Celestia has seen enough blood without mine adding to it." Glancing back to you, she says, "I will tend to things here, Gurashi. And...perhaps settling on a form less incandescent would be helpful." A bit wryly, she adds, "not all are ready to see the Light."

You fret over everything that might go wrong.

Suddenly, you say, "Let me help!"

With a gentle, euphonic lilt, you say, "I can go home 'n get my broom 'n mops."

You look at Selia hopefully.

Selia says, "It is nothing that my healing arts cannot make short work of. See."

You have emoted: Gurashi's tail wags, and they puff their cheeks. "Cleaning up other people's messes isn't so bad," They insist, clapping their hands together. "Oh! Oh? Oh. Uhm, do you want ... a coat? You should wear ... a coat! If you are worried about blinding peoples..."

You ponder the situation.

Selia moves towards (one of) the scattered hearts and kneels beside it. She takes it in her hands and massages it. Healing energies gently float into it, and the meat begins to move, pumping and twitching. She looks over to you. "It will take...time...to reassemble all of this," she notes.

You blink.

With a gentle, euphonic lilt, you say, "...oh..."

You have emoted: Gurashi puffs their cheeks, pressing their hands together, wandering about the fleshy husk on the ground before them. "You will brings it back together somehows?" They ask, tail wagging behind them as they now stand opposite Selia, separated by the titan shape that once housed her.

You look at Selia hopefully.

After a pause, Selia says, "I do not know what will happen if I remake this body that I once inhabited. But I feel as though it, too, deserves to exist."

Selia thinks to herself: ...and it will be much preferable to let the remnants walk away on their own than to haul them off in a cart, or something.

A wave of starlit warmth and benevolence washes over you, coursing through your link to the Pool of Stars as it shines all the brighter for New Celest's championing of the Light throughout the First World.

You have emoted: Gurashi's short tail wags, and they cant their head the other way before nodding in agreement. "You are right," They say with a smile. "She does! Though..." They trail off, starting to cup their face before they notice there is still some blood between the creases of their skin, and they quickly fold their hands before themselves instead. "...it will probably take times."

You fret over everything that might go wrong.

Hopefully, you say to Selia, "I-ifs I CAN helps any, please let me yes? I knows, ah, probably need... to ..."

You have emoted: Gurashi gestures at the body, then at Selia, then at the bloody sand, then flails just for the sake of flailing, wide-eyed.

Selia smiles and says, "To go. I understand. This was not meant to be what it was."

You look at Selia hopefully.

Earnestly, you say to Selia, "Am so happy you are O-K! I was worried, yes yes."

Selia says, "I...want you to understand that I am grateful beyond words for your love and care. It is a thing denied to many, once I began to change."

Selia thinks to herself: Denied...BY many...

You tilt your head, gaze softening as you frown.

You timidly tap your fingers together.

Selia says, "Though I could hardly speak coherently, my mind was untouched. And you never faltered. That is very...holy of you, Gurashi."

You have emoted: Gurashi blinks again, then blushes, finally clapping their hands to their face. "A-ah! Oh! No! You are too sweetly to say!" They bleat in embarrassment, laughing. "I-I mean, it was still you! Obviously, it was still, you?" They smile. "It was still clearly your thinks! Your voice, albeit, a little ... differently. Why would be-haves differently?" They frown. "I-it is not holy! It is uhhh, r-respectables! Unless that is Holy? I do not know." They seem concerned now, cupping their chin, leaving a little brownish-red streak there. "Y-you are too kindly to say so."

With a reassuring tone, Selia says, "No, Gurashi. It was holy. One of the most selfless and loving things I have seen."

Selia says, "...let alone been fortunate enough to experience."

You think to yourself: *envisioning their own body, wracked with guilt, their slender trill arms grasping desperately at themselves, at anything as feathers melt and bones snap and pieces break and reassemble, horns grow, tail whipping behind them - exhausting, it is exhausting to change against one's will, and to then carry the anxiety and fear of how others will react after*.

You have emoted: Gurashi's eyes are shiny again, and they look down towards the bloodied sands near their feet, then up at Selia again with a little sniffle. "Mmm, many thank yous," They say at last, folding their fingers together.

Bringing her hands together, a soft glow forming there, Selia says, "One...last thing I can do for you, ere you go...!"

Selia's hands begin to glow with scalding warmth and she passes them over the surface of your body, removing the dirt and grime covering you.

You blink.

With a gentle, euphonic lilt, you say, "Oh!"

You have emoted: Gurashi giggles and holds out their hands as Selia burns away the last of the blood and grime. "Oh! Thank you so muchly!" They beam again, tail a blur of orange and white in its rapid wagging behind them.

With a gentle, euphonic lilt, you say to Selia, "Are sure there are n-no other things I can do to helps you in this moments? Helps..." They gesture to the mess. "...I can send you snacky snacks if you would like to tend to this stuffs yourselfs."

Selia says, "...I am not sure I will have an appetite for a while, friend, I must admit."

Selia thinks to herself: How would YOU feel looking at your own exploded corpse, and tasking yourself with putting it together like some sort of puzzle-box, I'd like to know...

You have emoted: Gurashi puffs their cheeks and blushes again. "You might be right."

You have emoted: Gurashi folds their hands over their stomach, looking down, then up, then down again, then up again, swaying.

You look at Selia hopefully.

Unable to tear their eyes away from the shiny being, you say, "I-I will, ah, uh ... hollers if I can helps O-K? I will, O-K."

You bounce up and down.

Selia smiles and says, "I will. But know that you have been more help than you could possibly imagine already."

You look at Selia hopefully.

You have emoted: Gurashi smiles and sways, then looks down again. "O-O-K! Then, I will go..." They point off distractedly. "I will go help...!"

Selia says, "Be well!"

Selia bows her head and closes her eyes, radiating a brilliant healing aura.

A warm tingle runs through your body as Selia touches two fingers to your forehead, shifting a brilliant aura to you.

You give the world a smart salute.

With a gentle, euphonic lilt, you say, "You as well!"
<-- nyoom!!