@adaventuremuses continued from here!
As fingertip grazed against the shell of her ear, it snapped, then twitched. Deliciously sensitive and just as adorable as one might expect. A shame the little hiss-machine it’s attached to was more prone to bite than purr. With an animalistic bat of her hand, she paws him away, eyes narrowed and lips curled into a scowl.
“It is not fascinating, Gale. It’s humiliating. Gods, if the others saw me in such a state …” She’d never live to hear the end of it. It was so laughably easy to envision their reactions. Karlach’s bark of raucous laughter, Lae’zel’s sneering dry wit, Astarion’s scathing bite of condescension. It’d haunt her ‘till her last, dying breath, and if she needed to grab Gale by the short-hairs and force a solution out of him, so be it. She'd finally have a proper reason to demonstrate traditional Sharran torture methods.
With lingering patience, she waited for him to verbally assess the situation, rattling off potential causes, and it felt as if he had a solid guess on what might’ve been the magical trigger for all this mess. Only … no antidote was propositioned. Why wasn’t he fixing this right now.
“Alright, so, I’ve been … critterfied, as you put it. Does your knowledge of such a thing include how to reverse what’s been done? If you dare to suggest I remain this way forever, I will plunge a fork straight up your —”
A quirk of her tail. She didn’t finish her sentence, regaining control over fluctuating emotions with a chest-deep sigh. Whatever she had ingested, it felt as if it was throwing her emotional regulation off its axis. Feelings were intensive, and there was much heavier effort on her behalf to preserve reason.
“I apologize. I shouldn’t resort to petty threats, I’m merely … a bit frightened. Gods, I feel so bizarre.”











