A Snakey and a Heirarch

Asp's blonde pony bobbed as nodded and munched away at a slice of the pizza, which was disappearing at an alarming rate. The Obrimos had control of her metabolism, and she ran it hot most of the time, gobbling up energy and powering muscle to its very best - which meant that she ate about as much as the average elephant or something.

"Of course, sir. I'm glad I came to you about this." Because Animus going crazy would cost good lives. Lives that should never be lost to him. "We'll keep on keeping on, then. Would you, umm, let me know how it goes? I'd appreciate it."

Good to wrap if you are.

Aquinas offers a faint look of reassurance as he takes up his tumbler of whiskey. “I'm glad you felt comfortable enough to come to me about it,” genuine pleasure seeps into his words at that. “Everything will be whole in time. You'll certainly know for sure how it goes.”

Sounds good!