Gratitude of the Mothers

 Upon entering the Kitchen Bree found Manfred hurriedly working away at making Orion's sandwich, Bree noticed the newcomer, but before she could ask about them she nearly spat out her Coffee upon looking at Winnie properly.

Winnie's hair was a mess, her suit was singed, torn, and all around a mess, her wings were a mess of uncared-for feathers, and she had dark circles under her eyes.

"My Lady," Winnie said with relief, "I'm so happy you're finally awake,"

"How long have I been sleeping?" Bree asked as she looked at Winnie in shock.

"One Month, two weeks, four days, and a little over nine hours," Bree nearly choked at Winnie's response.

"Why didn't any of you wake me up?" Bree demanded in pure confusion.

"Wake you up?" Winnie's confusion swiftly turned to panic, "Was I supposed to wake you up at a specific time!?"

"If the maids hadn't busted down that wall, I might have just slept forever," Bree cried back as she remembered some of the lore about Elves from the game. I don't naturally need to sleep, but if I do, someone has to wake me up, or I'll just sleep for eternity." Manfred stopped cutting, turned on the spot, and looked at Winnie demandingly.

"How did you not know that?" He demanded, "We only let her sleep because you insisted she need it,"

"I don't know anything about Elf Biology," Winnie shot back in defense. How was I supposed to know that out of everything in existence, the one thing that our Mistress has a weakness to was sleeping?"

"Isn't that your job?" Manfred shot back, "To…to know things!?" While the two were arguing, Bree pulled a bell out of her inventory and rang it to get their attention.

"It's all right," she said, returning the bell to her inventory. "Winnie, you're a mess. Go take a bath, get a change of clothing, maybe take a nap?" Winnie bowed and rushed to do as Bree told her.

"And who are you?" Bree asked, turning to the Woman scratching Orion again. She wore full body armor, and her face and hair were hidden behind her helmet. Her right shoulder pauldron had an insignia at one point, but it had been scratched to hell and back to remove it.

"I am Master Silver's humble servant," The Woman replied, kneeling to Bree. "I am Platoon member B-34," Bree looked at her momentarily before realizing she was dead serious.

"What kind of name is that?" Bree demanded in confusion. "Are you a golem or something?"

"I was born with an aptitude for magic," She replied. "My parents gave me to the church at birth; I was assigned that name after I was initiated. I was sent to Irenfell on the king's request for aid to kill Demon Lord Argit,"

"Oh," Bree replied before taking a sip of her drink. "I don't like that name; pick a new one." The woman stood in place for a moment before speaking up.

"I…I've always fancied the name Beth,"

"Very good, I name the Beth," Bree took a sip before holding her hand out and enveloping Beth in light, "Maximize, assign basic skills, exchange equipment for raw materials, equip Light Armor, equip staff, Iron Skin level two, Iron Will level two, Metal Magic level two," Bree put her hand down and after a moment Beth looked up at Bree, now wearing the same kind of armor Jaden wore, on her back was a Metallic staff with a snake head on it's end. 

She no longer wore a helmet, and her face and hair were revealed to the world. Her hair was silvery white on the left and coal black on the right, her eyebrows matching the colors. She had soft blue eyes.

"Oh, you're adorable," Bree noted with some surprise. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to ensure nothing catastrophic happened while I was asleep." Bree left Beth with Orion and made her way out onto her front lawn. She figured it was around midday before she noticed Minerva and Sheepy sitting near the entrance laughing. She looked at what they were laughing about and smiled.

Inky was wearing an orange jumpsuit with his name written in the same spot where the maids had their names. He now had a fully formed body. He was short and had hair matching Minerva's length but fluffy like Winnie's. He was using it as extra support as it dragged on the ground behind him. He had four fingers on each hand and two toes on each foot. He proudly walked around, carrying a log almost as big as he was, like it was nothing more than a toy.

"I'm so proud," Minerva cried out. "our baby's becoming a tiny little man,"

"I know," Sheepy replied, watching Inky fumble before slamming the log down. She laughed as he picked it back up and tossed it around like a makeshift battering weapon.

"That's so cute," Bree agreed as she stood beside Inky.

"I know," Minerva replied before realizing it was Bree who had spoken. "My Lady!" Minerva did something that, so far, only Orion had dared to do. Bree barely managed to move her coffee out of harm's way before Minerva hugged her tightly. "I'm so happy you've finally awakened," she cheered.

"I noticed," Bree replied as Minerva swung her around just long enough for Bree to feel self-conscious that she was being pressed into Minerva's chest. "Aren't you worried about making Sheepy jealous?"

"Don't be silly," Sheepy laughed. "If she was doing it to anyone else, maybe, but we'd never stop one another from enjoying your company," Minerva set Bree down, and Sheepy took her turn to give Bree a hug. "Thank you so much for using your divine body as a shield for our little boy," Bree waited to be let go and was instead given a kiss on the cheek before being allowed to leave Sheepy's embrace.

Bree laughed nervously before making sure no one saw that, "Careful now, you'll go making everyone else jealous that I let you do that,"

"I understand, my Lady," Sheepy said before turning back to Inky and picking him up. Look, honey, it's Mistress Bree. Can you say hi to Lady Bree?" Inky's verbal response failed to convey any words, even with Universal Translation, but his actions made it clear that Bree wasn't the one he was focusing on.

"I do believe he wants your attention," she noted as she moved away from Minerva. Bree left Minerva and Sheepy to play with their child and went to the farm. Upon arrival, she found a less-than-desirable sight waiting for her.