Forced Rest

[Warning: Old Draft]

Argider swayed on her feet, the world tilting dangerously as the remnants of whatever unholy power had just nearly broken her apart still clung to the air. Her divine seal was cracked, her body a battlefield of pain and exhaustion, and her mind? Blissfully, stubbornly refusing to process what had just happened.

Unfortunately, her wives had already processed everything for her.

"Nope," Esmeralda declared, stepping forward with all the certainty of a woman who had made up her mind. "She's done. Time for forced rest. Again."

Before Argider could even blink, strong arms scooped her up.

Argider flailed. "PUT ME DOWN—"

"No," Esmeralda replied, as if it were the simplest answer in the world.

"This is ridiculous! I can still—"

"Be stubborn and collapse in the middle of something important? Yes. That is exactly why we're doing this," Faeralys said, adjusting her glasses with a look that screamed 'I told you so.'