Nyla, your friendly neighborhood baker
Janus' Campsite
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Just as she was about to give Takeshi a definitely safe to drink tonic that would a hundred percent ensure his full recovery, did the young mans eyes open. The shoggoth's eyes met his, her dark sclera and luminescent iris' meeting his quietly. On one hand she was disappointed that he had woken up so quickly. If it had just been a few seconds longer...hmph.

[color=a187be]"Lord Oj-ah."[/color]

Before she could say anything, however, the young lord had leaped to his feet in clear distress. She couldn't blame him and as such, she made no point of stopping him as that would likely only agitate him further. The shouts that followed clearly ensured that he had already been seen by the others. She needed to be delicate about this. Make him trust her. So she sat up, making her body as human as possible as she'd walk out of the tent behind lord Oja.

[color=a187be]"Coco, Gwen, I believe you are coming on far too strong. Lord Oja,"[/color] Nyla exited the tent behind him, admonishing the two slightly as she'd stand far enough away not to be threatening but also close enough to attempt snatching him again swiftly if he decided to run. [color=a187be]"I apologize for the oddness of the situation I'm sure you have many questions and I will answer as best as I can but for now, I can assure you that you are safe here and I, at least, mean you no harm and have not touched you beyond bandaging your wounds."[/color] She glanced towards Coco and Gwen. [color=a187be]"I am Nyla. You were gravely injured and I've done my best to ensure that you are healed but please, I urge you not to exhaust yourself and rest. You were almost...too far gone."[/color]

Out of her mass close to her feet she would pull a familiar looking sword from her body, and handing it to Oja.

[color=a187be]"As a show of good faith I will return this to you."[/color] Nyla smiled, eyes boring into the young Master Oja. The blade for all intents and purposes looked exactly like the one he had been using. Upon inspection it would pass as the real thing to anyone but the most astute and expert smiths or mages. He should, theoretically hopefully have no idea that she made this herself, out of her own body. Why would she do so?

Well, why not?

If he was going into battle he might as well have a blade that was made out of the best material in existence.

[color=a187be]"I hope at least, even if you do not trust us, believe we mean you no harm at this moment."[/color]