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"Other than between the realms of life and death, you're simply alive. That is all that should matter to you."

The young doctor placed his hands on the jaw of the woman's head, looking her in the eyes before he moved her head left and right, examining her facial features. As his hands touched her, Aetrya could feel a very familiar and welcoming power coming forth from the hands of the man before her: negative energy. It wasn't funneling into her body, but she could tell he was holding onto a lot of it.

His hands began to move down her body slowly. This part could be considered perverted. He showed no shame in having his hands caress each part of her body, moving over the muscle and curves with little care for the death knight's thoughts. And yet, for each part of her body that his hand moved over, she could feel her own nerves firing up as the negative energy crackled against her. The side effect is that she would feel every place his hand was moving, but at least she was getting feeling back into her body piece by piece. And yes, his hand moved over every part.

When her feet were finally rubbed across, he removed his hands and stepped away, moving over to a table and picking up a mug to drink from it.

"You'll be able to move in a moment.You body is just recharging itself with the poweeeeeer I gave it. It's still going to take more therapy to get you back into full performance, but you should at least be able to stretch yourself."

The gothic-looking doctor turned his head in her direction.

"Zoll is my name. I wouldn't try to complain about any sorts of violation. I would have done all I needed to do with your body before waking you. Even then, it is redundant to speak such a thing when your existence is a violation enough."

He drank once more from his mug as he sat down in the nearby chair.

"Your clooooothing is right there."

He pointed to a set folded up in a chair next to the table she lied on. It wasn't her battle armor, however. Just some casual jeans and shirt.

"If you are looking for your armor and weapons, they were transported to your room. At leaaaaast this way you will not have to disturb others with indecency."

Zoll took another drink from his mug, letting out a sigh before he answered.

"There is a door in here. You just have to find it."

Of course he wasn't going to tell her how to get out of his room so easily. Zoll always made cryptic ways to get in and get out of anything that belonged to him. Even this simple hotel room had been morphed into a dark laboratory. Finding a door wasn't as simple as feeling along the walls, it seemed.

"Aaaaaand you're not going to tell me. Quaint. Let me guess, these clothes are just to facilitate some weird rape fetish you have."

She sighed deeply, scanning the room slowly. "How did you get a hold of me anyway? Injured combatants are taken to the infirmary, I thought..." The night elf rubbed her ear with a growing feeling of frustration. "If you say the switch is hidden in your pants I'm going to punch you through the wall to make a new door, even if you brought me back..." She flexed her fingers in emphasis.

That got her angry.

"I am slave to no one, expect he that deserves my submission." She practically spat the words at the doctor. "Now tell me how to exit, or I will create my own."

She stalked up to him, teeth bared. "Now."

The death knight was cocking an arm back to punch the s**t out of the doctor, when his words made her pause.

"... if you want to grope me that badly, just say so. The reason I am not the 'work of a normal necromancer' is because I was raised by the Lich King himself."

Aetyra backed off a little, thinking. "Fine, if it will grant me reprieve from this dimly-lit dungeon of yours, I will be your object of study, though I find this tremendously demeaning."

The night elf didn't need to be told twice. With a deft spring, she was up on the examination table and already probing for the latch. With a small heave, she threw open the trapdoor, and sunlight flooded into the room. It dazzled her for a brief moment, before she grabbed hold of the edge and hefted herself up onto the roof. She called back down into the hole. "Farewell, until we meet again."

"Which is hopefully never...." she added silently to herself. "Now then, how the eff do I get back to my room from here..." she wondered, as she walked over to the roof access stairwell and started on her way back down into the building...