Even without her leading the way I would recognize the trail that gives off some kind of impression that is kinda resembling her.
Her room is apparently exactly the same as mine.
A bed, a hole in the wall to store clothes and stuff, a table.
"You see... this." (M)
She goes to the hole and procures some kind of earthen vial.
In there is an ominous purple liquid.
"After she came out of your room this princess said no one can enter and put a guard in front of it. And then she went into mine. She didn't say much but handed this to me." (M)
She honestly prohibited everyone from entering my room!?
That's going a bit too far for my taste.
"Uh, yes. And I'm kinda scared of it. Yet the one thing she said was that if I drink this I can take care of the young ones and this is going to be my 'role'. I don't know. If I think about it I guess being the caretaker of the young ones isn't too bad of a job." (M)
"I know. This is why I wanted to ask you. How bad is it? I mean, does it hurt? Do you think I can endure it? How much is changing?" (M)
She seems to be really out of it asking so many questions at once.
(A)
"So you think I could do it?" (M)
"And do you think I could live with this? I mean, you do. Sorry if that was inconsiderate." (M)
"What for example?" (M)
I show her the hand with the hole in the middle and she already looks a bit appalled.
Somehow I know how the inside of my arm works.
So I jerk with my arm and the spike slides out.
In my opinion, showing Millie that something like this can be expected if she drinks from this vial is important.
She should at least know what she's in about and that one is the most drastic change I have, yet.
"Oh my god, Allie! How, what, when? Oh my god!" (M)
Although I didn't practice the slightest bit recently.
Okay, I want to be able to speak like before but it feels so wrong when I force it and I don't like to hear how weird my voice sounds during my attempts.
But I should probably continue.
"Doesn't this hurt? You've got a hole in your hand! Oh my god! Are you okay?!" (M)
Sigh, she's truly too caring.
Oh, wait!
Is she seriously trying to touch the spike?!
I can't let that happen.
With another jerk, I use something in my arm and the spike retracts before she got it.
"Splch"
Ugh, and this liquid comes out again.
"Poison!?" (M)
I need to explain this.
The princess said that glistening stuff on the pike is poison.
Right now it's weak, but still the real deal.
"And, and you?" (M)
"Allie, you have poison in your body! That's... That must be dangerous." (M)
Now that I think about it she might be right.
I have poison in my body and still feel fine.
That's definitely not normal.
Though, I believe I can forget applying this term to myself.
"I guess I'm producing it inside me and won't get sick from it. Like a lizard monster that isn't dying after biting its own tongue." (A)
"A-and that doesn't hurt? Having this thing inside you?" (M)
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"If you say so. But if that's all I think I can handle having those spikes." (M)
I am quite sure she's wrong with this conclusion.
"What else is there?" (M)
(A)
"Wings! You're growing wings?!" (M)
(A)
"C-could I see?" (M)
I'm absolutely not sure how this is going to help her in her situation.
She's probably simply curious since humans growing wings is no daily sight.
I take off my shirt and show her my back.
"Oh, there's not much but I can definitely see something there." (M)
"Okay, but didn't you say there are only two?" (M)
"Well, but there are four." (M)
I could only feel two of them!
"They're not easy to spot since the lower ones are very close to the upper, but if you look at them you can make out that they're separated things." (M)
Great.
Absolutely wonderful.
I don't even want to imagine how cumbersome those are going to be.
Millie looks placid to the ground.
"I guess so." (M)
"I... I'm not as strong as you. Not as independent. I have no idea what I'd do on my own and I don't think I can figure something out. E-even if it's this weird place, it's still a place and I'd do something I'm glad to do. It's not perfect but good enough for me." (M)
(A)
Fortunately, we have water bowls for our private needs.
Once again I can't say that the way they're providing for us is lacking.
After Millie prepared everything she sits down on the bed with the vial in her hand.
And then she looks at it for a long time.
Her hands are quivering.
"I'm scared, okay?! I... I-if I drink this... It's simply too much at once!" (M)
She keeps looking at the vial.
"Hah, screw it." (M)
And she chugs it down.
The effect is instantaneous.
Her fingers clamp into the bedsheet, her breath becomes rigid, and her complexion grows pale.
She's truly not looking very good.
I touch her to lower her down onto the bed but realize that she's burning up.
So I empty the water bowl over her to cool that fever but she rips it out of my hands and empties her stomach inside it.
Seeing her like this makes everything feel much more terrible than when it happened to me as all I can do is hold her hair to keep it out of the way.
But then, as quickly as it started, it's also abruptly over again.
Millie's breath steadies and her cramps loosen up.
Not too long after this, she can even push herself up.
A moment after she said this she covers her mouth because of the foreign sound.
"I-... Ieet's... huue... hua... hAard!" (M)
Wow, she's much better at this than I am.
(A)
She can practice later but I want to know if she's fine.
(A)
(M)
She not only appears to be quite riled up but also her speech conveys it, in some way.
I can feel how troubled she is.
(M)
(E)
Next, she weirdly looks down at her hands.
She had a pretty high temperature but now that she shows me her hands...
No, definitely not normal!
That's far too much liquid!
It trickles to the ground.
(M)
Then suddenly the flow stops.
Can she do this at will?
Is this an ability?
Okay, I deserved that one.
If that princess blocked access to my room he was surely freaked out.
Shit!
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!
Yes, yes he would!
I run as fast as I can to the room cave I memorized by his scent identification.
And there he lies, writhing on the bed.
Maybe one shouldn't insult someone in that state but I lack a filter with this speech.
Maybe human words aren't such a bad alternative after all.
Millie followed directly behind me.
(A)
I look closer over him.
Did he grow?
I can't say for sure but a little bit?
Also, maybe he became a bit bulkier.
This might have done something to his muscles.
I touch him.
The same fever.
But what concerns me more is that there was some kind of resistance to his skin where it shouldn't be.
Like his neck or even the stomach.
Millie puts her hand on his face and a moment later he's soaking wet there.
Uh, if I look at him, he might even be a bit calmer.
Millie is touching Owen all over and I think it truly might get him better.
After a while of this, he can focus on me.
(A)
I know that he's right, but that doesn't make it okay for me.
Yet he's still in a poor state and I should be considerate.
(M)
I should quickly switch topics.
Is it possible that Millie has a slightly dark side to her?