That flush is worrying - she doesn't seem to be sweating, now that he looks more closely, and that's very concerning. He gets the decanter and starts undoing the belts, wiping her down with water as he goes, keeping up a running commentary on what he's doing. At some point the invisibility wears off.

He examines the stone when he gets to her waist, identifying it after some prodding as particularly pure rock salt. He swears, at this - "damn good thing I have healing" - and summons a group of human-sized water elementals to dissolve it.

Scyelen doesn't really care about what he's saying.

The belts come off and the block of salt dissolves without complication. She puts her hands down to support herself, still held in position by the glass statue, frozen in a moment of intercourse. Still serenely unselfconscious.

Scyelen doesn't, actually, need any healing though! In fact, the skin around her midriff looks newly healed, under the salt crust.

He supports her, too, while the elementals work; gets her off of the golem, scoops her up, sits, arranging her as comfortably as he can in his lap. Heals her anyway, on principle; extended exposure to that much salt is nobody's friend, and who knows what's going on internally. Keeps up the commentary - just because she isn't reacting doesn't mean it doesn't matter, he knows. "We can stay until you're ready to go, sweetheart, there's no rush at all."

Scyelen rolls her eyes at him about being pulled off the golem, but puts up no resistance, and once arranged in his lap she proceeds to ignore him and masturbate. If that makes him uncomfortable, he's going to have to physically force her to stop.

He's not thrilled about it, but doesn't stop her. He might, when the Stone Body spell ends and he starts having biology to speak of again, but for now, this is fine.

With the creak of a floorboard, this person is revealed to have appeared at some point when Raafi wasn't looking.

She has the Decanter in her hands. She's in her underwear plus leather boots, with an air of casual dishevelment about her, and she's glaring at the Decanter like it owes her money.

"You know," she says in a casual tone, "if not for Scyelen, I'd be rather put out that I wasted four months of my immortal life on this useless trinket."

Raafi shifts protectively, picking up the knife left by his side and feeling the gandalfr powers take hold again.

With a fleeting smirk, she tosses the Decanter back into its case and quirks an expectant eyebrow at him. She doesn't look it, but she's ready for a fight. The only reason she's even still here is to give Raafi a shot at that catharsis.

He watches her, wary, obviously ready to react if she takes a step closer.

"What did you do," he asks, eventually, when she doesn't.

"Lots of things."

It's not easy, keeping his temper, not rising to meet the provocation of her presence. It'll go poorly if he does, though, and likely worse for Scyelen than for him.

"Is there anything I need to know. About keeping her safe, for the next while."

"I already cleared the potion from her body. As for her mind, well, I think that's already safer than its ever been."

"Mm."

"Go away." He shouldn't put the knife through her eye, but he can't say it's not tempting.

Skeptical eyebrow.

It isn't violent temptations that this person is usually all about providing outlets for, but this doesn't feel finished and it's not like she'll die if he stabs her.

She shifts, subtly spreading her arms in invitation.

"Go. Away."

She was playing the villain but still; is he actually dense enough to still believe Scyelen would feel safer with him than with her?

"Without Scyelen? No."

Safer with him than with the unhinged asshole who kidnapped her? She'd better!

The knife goes in Fouquet's eye, and - Stone Body slows him down, but the gandalfr powers well more than make up for it - he takes advantage of the presumable distraction to get Scyelen off his lap without quite dumping her on the floor and reaches for his quarterstaff.

She doesn't. (The blade pierces Cameron's brain, the knife's hilt hitting her skull with enough force to snap Cameron's head back and send her sailing into the wall. Wooden boards splinter and crack under the impact.)

Scyelen rolls out of Raafi's disappearing lap and takes cover under the shelf.

A part of her wants to revoke her familiar's powers and let him get stomped, he most certainly isn't acting in pursuit of Scyelen's goals right now, but, Cameron told her not to, and it wouldn't be fair anyway.

Brain damage is disorienting, but that's why she has contingencies.

As her back hits the wall, the blade melts into bio-available forms of its component materials. She catches the falling handle, sights with her good eye, and propels it with a burst of magic directly at Raafi's thick head.

He bats it out of the air and closes with Fouquet, striking unhesitatingly with the staff and angling to get between her and the door.

So he wants to keep the fight inside the shack. Where Scyelen is. Of course.

Mist streams from her ruined eyesocket and water collects on her limbs as she flashes backward, dodging by a hair. Fighting on this level, her muscles are useless, she has to move herself with magic alone, at the speed of thought.

She arrests her dodge. Her water echo keeps going. It slams into the already-broken wall and said wall explodes outward behind her, scattering debris into the trees. Sunlight shines into Raafi's face.

Sure he does. He has enough precision to keep from hitting her; if Fouquet doesn't, and doesn't want to risk hurting her, that's to his advantage. And if she turns out not to care, well, he's got healing, and it wouldn't be that hard to throw her through a wall, hopped up on magic as he is.

If that doesn't work it doesn't work, though. He stays on her, attacking again and again with the quarterstaff but not especially blocking her retreat.

She is all about precision. But they're moving fast enough that his attacks are breaking the sound barrier, and when one of his swings hits her water echo, the splash is violent enough to chip wood. She has to go out of her way to stop it from hitting Scyelen, giving Raafi an opening, and the next blow lands, pulps several of her ribs and sends her crashing through another of the shack's walls, compromising the whole structure's integrity.

She crashes into a tree. Unable to stand with only two walls, the roof of the shack starts to crash down on Raafi and a cowering Scyelen.

It's possible that he should have practiced fighting with these powers before trying to use them in the field.

He grabs Scyelen and follows Fouquet out of the hole, dropping her on the first patch of reasonably-soft, reasonably-safe ground he comes to without slowing down and casting something as he closes with Fouquet.

She's hovering, upright, but her legs hang limp (broken spine?). Her wand is in her hand. Invisible power swirls around her as she chants, "L'eau! Ciel! Eaux! Tempête-"

Both spells complete in the same instant.