[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/tzV2f1R.png[/img][/center] Once Ahmya was done watching out for her own appearance, she finally took the chance to look around. Which was a big ‘yikes’ for her. The weird skull man had talked about rebirth, yes, but weren’t there two like…actual demons amongst the crater-gang? She was quizzical about all this, before her hands reached out to touch herself, starting from her forehead before exploring the rest of her body. No horns, no scales, no tails, no claws, no- She stuck out her tongue, trying to figure out if it was longer or smaller or weirder than normal. -weird tongue. God, that’d be a layer of weirdness that she wouldn’t want to handle at all. Thankfully, the residents of this world were just as…well, normal-human-looking as her normal life. Definitely more attractive though, holy shit. The young man could give most boy bands a run for their money, his fine, silky hair and eloquently genteel gaze practically out of the world. A prince upon a beautiful steed, despite his humble attire, Ahmya had no doubt that he was blueblooded. Yda, too, despite being a bit crazy, was on a whole other dimension of omega-cute. An athletic figure that didn’t disrupt her womanly figure, drooping eyes that was literally wife-material, and ridiculously long hair that looked good even when tangled? They would never exist in the reality that Ahmya once lived in, but there they were. Geez, and seeing the lady-knight kowtow so deeply was doing weird things to her heart too. Ahmya drew in a long breath, massaged her left breast with her knuckles, before glancing nervously at the two horned monsters. It was what was on the inside that counted, right? Nevermind that both of them were equipped with brutish, medieval weapons, while the ‘humans’ of the crater-gang had a skinny sword (probably a toy) and a book between the three of them. She made the conscious decision to just stop thinking about them, before turning her attention to the pleasingly handsome gentleman who first found them. [b]“Ah, yes,”[/b] the raven-haired girl said, dipping into a shallow curtsy (her short skirt didn’t really allow for anything else). [b]“It was mere happenstance that we’ve fallen upon your land, mi’lord. We were sent here to fix…something, and, well, if you could give us some time, I wouldn’t mind starting by fixing these holes in the ground.”[/b] She blinked. Huh, where did all that eloquence come from in the beginning. [b]“Ah, and though I am unaware of the names of my companions, you may address me as ‘Ahmya’. May I have the pleasure of knowing your name, mi’lord?”[/b] Seriously, where?