No one spoke.
More precisely, it would be more accurate to say that everyone was looking at me.
It must have been because of the bizarre—or perhaps amazing—thing I had just done.
<Hey, what gives? Why are the tentacles getting chubbier? What have you been feeding them?>
I let my master's voice go in one ear and out the other as I took in the situation before me.
Far too much information was flooding into my mind all at once.
I had just shown them something I shouldn't have.
[Your Reverence rises due to your absurd healing act!]
[Reverence: 76%]
Are you kidding me? I hadn't healed her. I'd been healed. I had no intention of healing anyone...
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