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True to her stubborn nature, Riley was not about to just sit and rest any more than she already had when she was immobile and broken. Cricket had given her the gift of mobility, and she was going to use it.

Her arms wrapped around the hump, and she used what little strength she had left in her arms to pull herself up.

Her legs felt like jelly. No, actually, I don't think this is going to work as easily as I'd hoped.. She flopped back down to the ground, and released the patchwork, turning her arms to the task of massaging her calf muscles for circulation. Give me a minute, we'll try again.

"Saw the nurse come through," Barth said, having lingered this long before making his very slow way to Riley's doorframe. He could always get the update from Christof later, but he felt it was the neighborly thing to express some concern at...whatever's Riley condition was.

Two weeks was a long time to keep three anxious and loyal individuals from busting down a door, but it had only been half Barth's doing. He could encourage people towards inaction if they were inclined to in the first place. It was Riley who hadn't sought help. Who had sequestered herself. There was nothing in the world he could have said to stop them from getting to her after she sent the texts. Before the texts was well within his realm of abilities.

His kept his tone apologetic.

"We were all worried, you know."

Malodore got up even as Riley... tried; it did not approach to help with the effort of getting the mindflayer on her feet. It had only barely been able to lift her once before, and the added weight of the crystal protrusions would make what had already been an unstable and dangerous procedure into an impossibility. Still, it winced inwardly at the sudden flail of emotion from Christof, dim as the hunchback was just at the edge of Malodore's empathic range. The... possession there was unmistakable even to it.

But it supposed none of them were feeling properly stable just now.

When Barth spoke, Malodore turned to face the sloth demon. "Thank you again for your hospitality," it said, bowing politely. In the aftermath, now that its worries were eased, it looked back on its past frantic behavior and... well, winced inwardly again. It had not been as polite and grounded as it would have wished. It hardly knew the sloth demon, really, and even so he had opened his home to them. "I owe you a debt."

Riley looked like she was going to try again, but Barth's voice sent a chill of anger down her spine. Her eyes narrowed to slits, glaring at the sloth demon viciously. If there was one person she did not want to be here, to see her like this, it was him. And yet there he was, just sauntering on in, apparently having hosted all of her friends while they waited for her to -

Her eyes filled with color as he turned his sights on Malodore. Her nails dug into Christof's back. Every inch of her body tensed, an agonizing feeling, and she ignored it thoroughly. Her arm slung around Christof's hump, pulling herself up just enough to manage herself onto the bed. There she sat, posture rigid and as strong as she could manage at the moment.

I need nothing. Riley's voice hissed out. But privacy. That which I am not getting right now.

She was, after all, still nude, and in her own bedroom. I think it's time this party ended. My bedroom is no longer open for business. Her voice was even, and only a touch angry, but she did not seem to realize her red eyes were giving her anger away.

The hunchback gave a sudden strangled noise as he rnails dug into his flesh, eyed widening a moment before he was thouroughly distracted from the pain by her naked form pressed so close, even for just a brief period of time.

After she was seated again, he remembered to breath.

He had been so wrapped up in the gravity of the situation, and the hurt of not being summoned, he had failed to notice just how.... laid out to bear her parts were.

If this hadn't been such a serious situation, he would have melted right then, into her lap and refused to move again. As it stood, though, this WAS serious, and Mistress was already upset.

Once he was sure she wouldn't topple from the bed, he turned to glower at the Sloth before he so much as thought of touching one of her comfortable chairs, he stormed forward, hands raised to... assist the Sloth from the room. "OUT" He signed, before grabbing Barth's jacket roughly to shove him towards the door.

Well... that had happened. Malodore blinked at the sudden silence left as Christof shoved Barth out of the room. "Ah... yes. Well," it said, clearing its throat awkwardly.

"Now what?"

Malodore looked over at Jericho, then nodded once.

"Now... we take care of you, I believe?"