Fine, be that way. If there's any justice in the universe you'll regret it.

If not . . . well, then, there's no sanity in the universe either, and she has better things to worry about.

Boop?

[ She squishes Katie inquisitively against her. ]

"Mmm, Katie like cuddles. You're warm. And soft. Fuck it, you're already agreeing with all of my other taboo opinions so I'll just stop beating around the bush and say it: you're fat, and I like it." She pokes the tiefling's fleshy middle flirtatiously.

Purr. [ She can purr! ]

Tazich is not very meltable, but she is somewhat melted. And . . . something else. Katie isn't Evil, if Teg's spell was to be believed, but she seems to see with Evil eyes. Or at least see the world as it is.

"I'm trying to get a status update on you." Silly, she doesn't say.

Return tummypoke, for professional diagnostic purposes.

She clutches her abdomen and clenches her mouth shut. "Can you not, I'm sensitive there right now."

Fuck fuck fuck she's really full, she's going to die

Hold. Hair pet.

". . . Does it hurt if I do this?"

Veeeeeery soooooooft tummypet

"No, that's good, yeah, just, just give me a bit, my stomach will make room. God, your arms are so thick and beefy."

Yes, she could crush Katie with them.

"If you had arms this thick you could also take out cops and Somayyeh wouldn't bother you anymore even though you're annoying. In fact she might stop finding you annoying. I don't find you annoying."

She finds Katie very holdable. And in fact holds her. 

But she does find a free arm to keep eating while she does so.

"And your belly is so big and squishy, and your tits are nearly the size of your head, and you have such a cute rounded yet sculpted face and pretty hair and cool horns and did I mention how nice and warm you are?"

Iomedae, Katie's flattery is witchcraft.

—Is it actually? She is a spellcaster.

"And you're very smart and class-conscious and I don't want you to have killed yourself or to die so I'm glad you're here and you should stay with us."

That can't have been some kind of benighted Iomedaean pact-seal, can it?

"Do you actually like food, it's unclear. We're trying to make Law and Good stop weirdly hoarding it."

Experimental slightly firmer tummypat.

"I do. On that note, think I've gotten my second wind, pass me some more. Also you're extra cute when you blush." Wait is this evil cultist actually blushing at her compliments holy shit what the fuck is going on

Cheered, she does as asked, passing Katie an intentionally-slightly-optimistically large wooden bowl of dried fruits.

There's not that much left on the pile. Katie got her second wind fast. They have a bit before anything off the wolf is ready to be eaten.

"If you finish all this . . . well, anything left after that goes toward getting you useful cop-felling arms. After you—can you shoot? And how good are you with magic? If you feel up to answering."

Damn milk is out, and Tazich's pile is dwindling. She hopes they finish the wolf soon.

"Ooh, the undeadification process is gonna make me stronger? Nah, I've had no practice with a bow, and I'm only first circle." The dried fruit is nice and light and a different taste and texture from the meat, so it's easier for her to get it down.

"Well, Ran, Tiar, and Somayyeh are spiritually undead and Urgathoa didn't pick any of them. She might not pick you, although she picked Teg when she became corporeally-undead and she might have picked me for becoming spiritually so.

I just meant, like, bulking you up.

Although there are probably other routes to making Somayyeh stop getting up in your craw."

"Well, to actually put on muscle I'd have to like, exercise and shit, which sounds concerningly like work. Maybe it's easier when you're undead, though. Do you guys still sweat?"

"Yeah. Don't you want to sweat? Oh, I forget, you're not from Osirion." Her pile exhausted, she gnaws the guinea pig bones and tries not to eye Katie's pile covetously, which is the little-death that brings total annihilation of Katie.

"Hm . . . it's true none of us know laundry spells. It's . . . kind of a sore spot around here. We may have overcorrected."

"Oh, I do actually. And like, yeah I guess sweating is preferable to just dying in the heat because your body can't thermoregulate, but like, it still sucks. Makes me itchy. Idk if that's common or just a me thing. God, I love how bottomless your appetite is. I would tell you to go ahead and have some more but apparently my life depends on how full my stomach is right now. Can you explain what's up with that, by the way?"

"Ran, Somayyeh, or Tiar would probably be better positioned to answer. I didn't really choose spiritual undeath, I just sort of wandered into it."

Passably clinical tummyrub.

"I mean, are you any different from when you first came downstairs?"

"Wait, have I, like, already been undeadified?" God, the tiefling's strong, warm hands on her packed gut feel so good.

Fuck, is she interrupting the ritual? Will the fact that she's getting the food down and seeming to acclimatize even matter if Tazich gives her antibodies at the exact wrong moment?

"Er, I don't think it really matters when it happens. Maybe, maybe not. For me, it was, like, I felt—" she thinks better of giving exact details, if she gives exact details Katie will just $&%#ing worry-it's-not-exactly-right herself into failure—"I knew something had changed. You know something's changed. You know you've 'died'. But besides that, it's different for everyone."

Absent-minded continued instinctual tummyrub.

"I don't want to die. I want to be in your big strong arms pressed up against your big soft body for ever and ever and ever." She plants a kiss on the tiefling's chubby cheek. God what the fuck is happening to her right now. She is KISSING an UNDEATH CULTIST and it FEELS LIKE SHE'S IN ELYSIUM.

She notices that she is kissing Katie back, on the mouth. She suddenly realizes Katie called her appetite bottomless. This puzzles her. Yes, she's had practice, but isn't her appetite normal? It surely isn't the little-death that brings total annihilation of Katie if she's hungry for Katie.

The cult does not really have the capacity to stare at this scene jealously, and they really are somewhat wrapped up in their own ecstatic experiences with food, but, well, it is not a usual sight around here.

And, among these folk, has connotations of the divine.

Oh, wow, that's... She's never KISSED kissed a girl before. She likes it. Her hands are about to reach for the tiefling's chest, but there's leather in the way, so instead they move down to her gut and tenderly circle its surface.

She breathes in and out heavily, moving her stomach under the girl's fingers. Her own hands work their way down Katie's sides and legs.

"What do you want most in the world, that the world could never let you have?" she whispers. It bothers her. She can tell it's something.