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> Stay with Myla

You nod and say you'll stick around with her. You also mention the idea of maybe interrogating Konic a little while you still can.

"Well about that..." Myla looks down at her belly. "He stopped moving. Looks like I went to work on him a little too fast, eh?"

[KONIC HAS DIED]

You sit down next to the beastkin with a sigh and start to properly relax again.

"Urgh..." Myla makes a weird face. "I thought I'd feel a bit better once he calmed down. I guess that's what I get for eating a Cursed." You give her a questioning look at that. "I guess you've never met a Cursed before? They're uh... Well, you saw those weird black marks Konic had, right? That's the best way to spot one. I don't really know all the details about it, but most people think its some sort of magical... disease or something." You ask her if it was such a good idea to eat him if it's a disease. "Eh, it's fine. They don't spread it or anything. Hell, no one knows where it came from in the first place. Even all the Cursed have no memory of it. It's super weird." She makes another upset face. "Guuuhhhh... Maybe it was a bad idea..."

You look at her rumbling stomach and think for a moment. You decide to ask her if she would maybe want a belly rub. She gives you a bit of an annoyed look at that. "I ain't some sort of pet, you know! Why would I- uuuughhh..." She stops for a moment and you mention that it can sometimes help an upset stomach. "Urgghhh.... If you think it will help, I'll take just about anything now." You smile and nod, telling her to lie on her back.

Myla's belly seems to have gotten a bit bigger for whatever reason as you place your hands on her soft fur. You go to work, rubbing and massaging her, feeling her innards gurgle and groan just below your hands. Her fur is wonderfully soft and warm, which surprises you a bit. You didn't think that a bandit like this would be so... cuddly. It makes you think of some sort of giant teddy bear. The thought of that makes you snicker a bit.

"Th-the hell ya laughing at?" Myla seems to be a bit mixed in her anger. Her fluffy tail wags about as you continue massaging her, betraying the fact that she's enjoying this. It makes you giggle a little more. "Whatever. Keep laughing and you can give a belly rub from the inside next time!" You ignore that and ask her if she's starting to feel better. "Er... Why would something like this help? It's just... dumb." You sigh and stop. You say if it isn't working, then you guess there's no real reason to keep doing it. "Y... You little shit. Keep rubbing, damn it!" She blushes a little with her sudden outburst. You laugh and go back to the massage, thoroughly pleased with yourself for making this 'hardened' bandit embarassed. "You tell anyone about this and I swear... I'll... uh..." You nod and say you understand. "Well uh... good. I might just keep you around then."

You continue for quite a while until the beastkin finally falls into a blissful sleep. Nodding to yourself for a job well done, you get up and restock the fire. Feeling a little hungry, you break open one of your rations.

[ITEM REMOVED: RATION]

Looking back over at the fat wolfkin, you look at her tail. It's incredibly soft and inviting, and you figure this may be your only chance, so you go for it. Resting against her soft belly, you hold her tail in your lap. Running your hands over the soft fur fills you with a fuzzy feeling. You question the whole idea of this furry bandit being such a hardass and wonder if you can't maybe make her a bit more cuddly in your travels. You muse idly over these thoughts and, without really noticing, fall asleep.

[HEALTH AND ENERGY RESTORED]

You wake with a start as you hear birds chirping. Looking over, you see Myla still peacefully asleep. You quickly get up, realizing that it could end badly if she caught you in that sort of position. You spend some time maintaining the campsite and eating some breakfast before she eventually wakes up at about midday.

[ITEM REMOVED: RATION]

"Mornin'." The bloated beastkin rolls around, attempting to sit up. She somehow manages it. "Well, I'm a little smaller now it seems. Least my stomach isn't upset anymore." She pats her round belly with a sigh. "I figure I'll be good to go sometime tonight. If we leave near sundown, we can probably make it to Malor before bedtime." You nod to her, but ask if she really thinks the road would be safe enough. "Yeah. I mean, the only bandits were me and Konic. Beasts are a pretty rare sight on the road around here. Probably something to do with the capitol's deterrent fields."

"We've got some time to kill though. I guess if you got questions, I can answer them. Consider it repayment for last night." She send you a wink.

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Konic has died. This means he is permenatly gone from all playthroughs, just like any other character. This includes characters like Myla. So if you like our beastkin friend, you best take care of her. :V

Also, I think Floria is in a really comfortable position there and I'm pretty jealous. :L