Myitt hugs Ossanlin back. It was rare for her to receive such a display of camaraderie, and even rarer for her to show it, but she had died once this week
...had I?
and had nearly died only an hour or so ago. She hugs her friend tightly, then pulls away and looks over at Tara.
<You have no power over me, human,> Myitt replies to Tamora. <Zorish's death will always weigh on me, whether I am within you or not. As for your love for him, I am sorry. I know now how you truly felt about each other, and I wish I could bring him back without him being an inadvertent threat to my people.>
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Tara waves excitedly. "Yeah, I know. It's nuts, right?" she exclaims. "Which reminds me, we need to get Tamora under control and get things back to the way they should be."
Myitt looks up from a daze, sharply, and shrugs.
"Already have her under control," she calls back. Then she grins.
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Corliss steps into the pool room area, where the pool from earlier is still warmed and relatively clean. He reactivates the Kandrona wave/particle generator and sighs, looking down at the pool surface. He drums his fingers on the metal lip of the big round tub.
<Don't worry,> Mike assures him cheekily. <I won't do anything that'd embarrass you, mate.>
<Yes, I know,> Corliss replies glumly. <After all, you have yet to meet them, proper.>
<Yeah, I guess I have.>
<Well.>
<Geroff, then.>
<Fine then, I will.>
Corliss smirks and leans over the pool, tilting Mike's head as he starts to dislodge from his host. His slimy, gray-green body takes a few moments to writhe out of the human's head, before he slips under the pool surface.
Mike, after a few seconds' delay, curses and rubs at his ear.
"Bloody oily mess on me uniform," he murmurs, brushing at his black collar, which is a bit soaked. He glances at the doorway back into the cabin, suddenly anxious.
Alone with a girl. Well, sort of a girl. A sort-of-girl he'd kissed. Well, Corliss had kissed. With his own lips.
Which he now chews, nervously.