A Chance To Relax

Getting drained by Stella was the most fun Kir ever had returning to his normal form. They both returned to camp with satisfied smiles on their faces; Stella's face in the form of a Cheshire copy.

What they found, however, was the Valrian Warmancer and an older gentleman waiting as the Black Sheep gathered everything.

"Kir... is back," Sam said, their eyes smiling as Kir strode into the firelight.

"How did your fight with the demon go?" Noir asked.

"She won't be a problem," Kir said before changing the subject. "How is Vatima?"

"Safe, thanks to all of you," Warmancer Constance answered. "We have our medic looking at her now. Hopefully magic helps her pull through her fever... but if not she will be in the gods' hands. You might want to get looked at as well," she pointed at Kir's chest.

The remains of Kir's jacket hadn't been enough to hide the blue glow inside of him.