Sult inhaled so slightly, looking at the perspective of things. Fanilly seemed to compose herself quite neatly, and compensated the lack of height with the log's own. She would've looked majestic, if she wasn't just a simple teenager. Still there was hope, as the orders were sound and solemn.

However, deep in the trickster's mind, other things sprung to mind. [i]I was thinking too much with my loins it seems. Why did I reveal my magic at the worst possible moment? Now everyone will want Sult's miracle touchy cure, and I'll be all drained and tired, and sweaty... and so much for this easy quest. I wanted to slack off a bit...[/i]

The former priestess-in-training, blithe spirit, and knight by vocation just resigned herself to her fate, looking at her surroundings. Well, she wasn't that heartless to deny her magical blessing to the people who needed it after a first checkup by the resident creepy doc. Specially that Hundi. Puppy eyes were a [i]most dangerous weapon[/i] in her mind. Yet, something else caught her attention first.

Sir Garret was gently nudging Sparky, trying to wake her up from her mana overexertion.

"Maybe one should kiss the sleeping beauty." Sult shrugged as she advanced. She pouted so slightly, and then as if struck by a revelation, she suddenly grinned.

"I know! I'll use a new magical revival spell!" Sult added, with a mischievous grin, as she plucked out some small icicle of the log, advancing towards the unconscious Marianne. "Let's see." She paused.

"Wakey wakey, sparky." And then, without further notice, she slid the chunk of ice in the other damsel's back of the neck "Seriously WAKE UP OH MY REON THERE IS AN ADDER CRAWLING IN YOUR ARMOR." She added, her tone raising in feigned alarm.