Thread:Enchanteddragons/@comment-32460917-20190614051425/@comment-32460917-20190620013658

A small mouth appeared below the eye, grinning. It made some biting movements before returning to a smiling expression.

The smile transferred over to Chan, who had wrenched her consciousness back to the present. The shadow helped absorb some of the negativity, but black liquid still managed to drip out of her mouth.

“Ew! What is that?” Altair flapped a gloved hand at the growing puddle on the ground.

“Um... some kind of sickness, maybe?” Chan wheezed out. “I thought it was the Seitied poison somehow, but I think it has more to do with a bad habit of mine.”

“Do I have to press you on everything? Just say things straight out already.” Altair looked around the room, wondering how much time they’d already spent talking.

“Right, sorry. It’s probably because of all the negativity I take in. I always considered myself a sort of pit, I guess? I have a much bigger capacity for emotions so I’ve tried helping people by inducting the bad stuff out of them. Still, ‘bigger’ doesn’t mean limitless so I guess I got sick because of that. It’s another reason why I don’t know if I can wish my way out of this situation.”

Altair, surprisingly, began thinking. She drifted down with a look of concentration on her face. “So you need to get rid of this sickness?”

“Yeah, sorta.”

“Then why don’t you just regenerate? Get rid of your old chest and grow a new one. That should get rid of the infected area, right? And since you know the cause you can avoid contracting it again?”

Chan looked conflicted. “I’m not sure it’s physically stuck in my lungs though—“

“Hey, it’s worth a shot anyway right? It’s not like you’ll be permanently damaged.” It seemed the witch had her mind set on this solution. She stuck a hand in her cloak and pulled out another cloak. “Here, put this on.”

“Why?” The goddess stared at the cloak in confusion, but she accepted it nonetheless.

“It’ll be too gross disembowelling you right here, so let’s get someone else to do it.”

“Wait, what?”

“The humans! The ones around here hate witches, right? So pretend you’re a witch like me and have them do it. I can even show you the group who does that kind of thing for free.”

Chan, in the middle of putting the cloak on, froze.

“Don’t look at me like that. It’s not going to be like before. You still have your spell right? This is just to get you healthy enough to at least have a chance.” The witch directed her broomstick towards a door different from their initial entrance.

The goddess paused, before gritting her teeth and putting on the cloak for good. She followed Altair out the new exit.