Ka'Lula bursts into the cottage like a thunderbolt wrapped in a towel as she cradles an unconscious Penelo in her arms.
The team blinks in unison, half-asleep across the living room, as Ka'Lula huffs and lays Penelo onto the couch.
"She fainted again," Lula huffs. "Right after she said she wouldn't faint."
Sera giggles. "Did she look directly at Pip' glow?"
Lula shakes her head. "She did touch it though."
"She'll be out for an hour," Vuvi grunts before curling back under her blanket. "Minimum."
"Poor bunny," Lula pouts while watching Penelo snore peacefully.
But outside, the real action begins.
As soon was Ka'Lula is out of sight, the forest rustles.
From the bushes, Mysa emerges, half-dressed, her blouse hanging loosely off her shoulders, the moonlight illuminating her curves like an art exhibit with very questionable morals.
