Talyr sits down so he can hold her head in his lap and run his fingers through her hair.

"You're all amazing," she sighs.

Khythen sits down beside them and pets her back and heals the rest of her injuries.

She snuggles contentedly into their laps.

Kemar puts his pants back on.

Izaneth does the same. "Talyr, want to come with me while I go around remodeling beds? I figure it makes the most sense to do it while nobody else is using them."

"That would probably be late at night or early in the morning--we could probably, ah, postpone people starting in the morning, to give you more time, but we'd have to ask the others first."

"I can do a few now if they're not much busier than Nerine, but yeah, probably easiest to do it in the morning."

"The ones that have already gotten pregnant aren't much busier, the ones that haven't really are."

Snort. "So pregnant ones now, everybody else tomorrow morning."

"That makes sense," he says. He gently dislodges Nerine from his lap, stands up, and then bends over again to kiss her again before straightening up for real.

Mmmm. She sprawls out happily on her cozy new bed.

Talyr pets her hair, slides out from under her, and retrieves his pants.

Right. Pants. Khythen also puts his pants back on.

"Come visit again soon."

"You bet we will."

Khythen gives her one last hairpet and then leaves the room and opens the door to the one next door. The woman inside is in fact in the process of being raped, but once Khythen explains Izaneth the rapist is happy to remove himself and his victim from the stone slab so Izaneth can work.

He fixes up the bed the same way he did with Nerine's, reshaping the stone into something softer and more comfortable and easier to clean.

The rapist is impressed!

Izaneth beams. And takes a minute to pretty up the walls before moving on.

The other five pregnant captives are not busy.

They do need to get the girls off the beds somehow, and Talyr sees no reason not to try asking politely.

The first girl slides off the stone slab gingerly, and backs up as far away from the three of them as possible. She seems to be the most scared of Khythen, judging by how much time she spends with her eyes trained on him as opposed to the other two.

"Thank you," says Talyr.

Izaneth fixes the bed. "There you go," he says with a careless wave, already walking out of the room.