Quanil roared - not terribly impressive, but a roar nonetheless - as, with Miss Melita's help, they managed to yank the gourd off her neck. They stumbled backwards with it, then raised it above their head before hurling it towards the floor, giving it a stomp for good measure.
"Miss Melita! H-here!" They glanced about quickly, then gave up and tore a strip off the bottom of their shirt. "Here, hold this against the bite wounds!" as they offered it to her, before adding, "At least it's already red?"
Their heart was pounding as they cast about for something that might be of better use for her. "Anyone have healing magic?" they yelled. They rubbed at their chest where they'd been hit, but that was likely just a bruise. Miss Melita needed it far more.
They were unaware of the third gourd.
"Miss Melita! H-here!" They glanced about quickly, then gave up and tore a strip off the bottom of their shirt. "Here, hold this against the bite wounds!" as they offered it to her, before adding, "At least it's already red?"
Their heart was pounding as they cast about for something that might be of better use for her. "Anyone have healing magic?" they yelled. They rubbed at their chest where they'd been hit, but that was likely just a bruise. Miss Melita needed it far more.
They were unaware of the third gourd.
