Err, you gonna eat that?

In the end, Priscilla and Solaire agreed that Eeuwigdurend's body should be left where it is... This was mainly due to a few things, one being that moving, destroying, or really doing with the body would prove incredibly difficult due to how large and durable it was... Additionally, the ice encasing the body didn't seem to be melting at all, leading them to believe something magical was keeping it cold, even with the large amounts of fire attribute within the air caused by the Igni Bonfire.

With Eeuwigdurend gone Reima was forced to integrate some other kind of security for Ichor and the land surrounding it... As such, he employed Rickert and Alphys to get on it, even if both were already swamped with work. While they were tasked to come up with a solution he had Iorveth and the Prospects to increase the number of patrols to make sure nothing untoward happens.

Reima and Ciri decided to lock the journal within the highest floor of the library... The knowledge it contained was incredibly important and valuable, it literally contained the secrets of the universe as well as one of Ciri's ancestor, Nalenthi's last words.

On the same topic, Reima had the House Elves create a statue of Nalenthi within a corner of the courtyard of Kaer Mornhen... It was more to put Ciri's worries to rest than anything else, but it didn't look out of place surrounded by bright flowers in the sunlight. In elvish he had an inscription carved on its base "Unwilling Villain" with her frozen corpse buried under the statue.

A few days after the incident Reima had actually gone back to where the rift had been to check if everything had gone off without issues... To be honest, finding himself in space surrounded by rubble and dead fictional characters he barely remembered was a peculiar experience.

The mutilated corpse of Scooby Doo floats by him as he spots what looks like a broken and battered Optimus Prime... Upon closer inspection, the robot didn't respond to anything, so heavily damaged that it was only scrap metal now... This didn't prevent Reima from storing it so Alphys could analyse it, but it was a mystery as to how it ended up like this... And, how these things got here in the first place.

He looked around the area for a couple hours, oxygen not being a problem as he could probably hold his breath for as long as he wished, but didn't find whatever had caused all this chaos here... He returned back to Ichor and was stood outside his and Ciri's room...

Stepping onto the mat he'd created with Ciri's father's soul and wiping his feet, he opens the door and enters, stopping when he spots something that almost causes his jaw to hit the floor...

Ciri had her lower half-naked and was sat on the sofa with her legs spread open, a T.V remote in her hand as she watched Mettatton's latest show... And, surprisingly, Quelaag servicing her on her knees...

After the incident with the Wild Hunt and the White Frost, Quelaag had been stripped of her leadership position in the Chaos Covenant, Quelana taking up the position instead. The punishment for potioning Ciri, scheming against Reima (Ironically for Reima), and abusing her position over the troops of Ichor was for her to be Ciri's slave...

Reima had thought such a thing was way too far, but after Ciri made the argument of "She basically enslaved me, it's fair this way right?" he relented... Quelaag tried her best to try and get out of it, but Reima made sure she couldn't escape it. What she had done was really quite serious, had it been anyone else he probably would have eaten their soul...

Reima looks down at Quelaag who's dutifully moving her tongue and rubbing the bridge of his nose, "Ciri, are you serious?" he asks in exasperation, the duo finally noticing his presence.

Ciri "What? I can't be lazy even after the Wild Hunt and White Frost are gone?" she questions.

Truthfully, Ciri had mellowed out quite considerably after everything had ended... If she wasn't training, learning under Yennefer, or helping him with paperwork, then she was in this chair... Watching T.V like a stereotypical husband would be...

Reima rubs his face "No... That's not it, what are you doing to Quelaag..."

...

Ciri looks down and shrugs with a smirk, "She's my slave, I can do what I want with her right?"

Reima slowly nods, "Yeah, but why, this..."

Ciri "She took liberties with me, now's payback. Plus, if I don't keep her mouth busy then she won't stop talking."

Reima "And what'd you say if someone walked in on this? I can't imagine you'd be able to look at them in the eye again." he says, trying to ignore the sounds coming from Quelaag...

Ciri "You know no one comes in here except you and Rissa, and she's in school..."

Reima "... Look, this just feels really fuckin' weird to walk in on..."

Ciri "Ah, I get it..." she says, making Reima feel that she actually listened to him... Until he hears her next words, "You're jealous?"

Reima raises a brow at her, "Jealous?"

Ciri nods, "I've got this perky slave," she pokes Quelaag exposed breast, "And you don't."

Reima "No, I don't think so..." he says, not know what she's on about.

Ciri sighs, "Fine, I'm a compassionate person, so I'll share." she says patting the free seat next to her...

...

Reima "What?"

Ciri "I'm sure you've been working all day, a massage will help you relax." she says with a wink.

...

Reima looks at Quelaag who's currently giving Ciri an adoring and grateful look before shrugging, "I mean, if you're going to offer..." he says, feeling that while this situation might be incredibly weird, it might end up with all parties better off than before...