Nyla, your friendly neighborhood baker
Janus' Campsite
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Getting the rest of the campsite packed up was easy enough. Many tentacles make for short work, as they say. At least, that was what she thought the saying was anyways. Things stored, packed, food cooked for some mid journey snacking. It was thankfully uneventful, though Nyla herself couldn't help but to feel slightly restless after speaking with Lord Oja. She almost felt like pouting and childishly just running back to Lady Kyouko.

But no.

She had a job.

And she was a good maid who served faithfully, even if Lady Kyouko...

No. She wasn't like her previous employer.

It was Lord Oja's hand being offered that pulled her out of these nihilistic thoughts.

[color=a187be]"...eh? My lord are you sure?"[/color] A slight bit of red colored her cheeks as she'd accept the hand, compacting her gooey body down to form legs. [color=a187be]"Thank you, young master though I assure you I can walk just fine."[/color] Well this was dangerous. Exceedingly dangerous. She'd have to practice the utmost restraint.