A while later, considerably longer than the two minutes originally promised, Pip finally emerges from the room, slick head to toe in a mixture of fluids Penelo and Lula silently agree not to ask about. Through the open doorway behind him, the small chamber looks like it's weathered a minor hurricane, sheets twisted half off the mattress, the basin of fresh water knocked clean onto its side.
Maribelle lies in a crumpled, boneless heap on the bed itself, mumbling contentedly into a small puddle of her own drool, heat still radiating slowly off her naked, sweat-covered body.
"I never in my life thought I'd see Vuvi's mother like that." Penelo giggles.
Raikya chuckles at the sight, then claps her hands together, businesslike. "Come on, we need to move... Lula's been alone with Eris for thirty minutes, hope she's ok.
"We'll have to give him a quick wipe-down on the way." Penelo states, already moving.
