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Bahamut watched her go silently. He looked down at all his supplies. This was him. This was the life he had made for himself... before everything was upended. He used to feel good doing things like this. But now... there was nothing. Just emptiness. “Those who seek absolute power must be...

"Good." Bahamut wrapped a couple of dry towels up with his tail and passed them over to Brisa. "Here. Having you go out in the chilly air while damp will undo this."

Bahamut gave no indication as to how much time was passing. Because Brisa was doing well. He could tell; he wasn't going to say anything about that, though. His instructions didn't change... up until he noticed the steam dying down. The necrozma levitated all the stones back to him. "How are...

One final step. Bahamut had put smaller stones into towels he'd rolled into sleeves. He placed on of each sleeve on either side of Brisa's torso. "Good. Keep focusing on your breathing."

One by one, Bahamut applied stones to each leg. "Envision your legs getting lighter. Looser. The stiffness is leaving. The tension unwinding." His voice had a surprising softness to it.

Oops I'm very behind on things. Ha ha... ha... Challenges: three sets of writing based on time. BLECs: beta read HoC SE 8 (x2 and bonus), two parts of Of Sands & Shadows (gets bonus), one part of Fledglings (gets bonus), and posted 4 chapters that I never logged before (5k, 4.5k, 4.5k, 4k). :V...

"Do not let your mind wander too far." Bahamut was studying the little twitches in her body and face. "Acknowledge the tension. Watch it melt away. If you find thoughts creeping into your head, go back to focusing on your breathing. In. Out. Count how many seconds you breath in and out if that...

"Focus on your back." Bahamut moved the stone over and levitated up a second. "Feel that tightness. The stiffness. Acknowledge its presence." He lowered the stones toward her back. "Let it melt away."

"It sounds counterintuitive, but you have to open yourself up to the heat," Bahamut said. He was already levitating another stone. "It is intense. It can be surprising. But stress can be like that, too. Suddenly heightening your body's awareness. Sometimes it takes another shock of sorts to let...

"Continue to focus on the stiffness. Focus on it... and feel it... melt away." Bahamut lowered the stone onto Brisa's neck. The steam enveloped her fur, mixing with the incense that was already in the air.

"The body is an extension of the mind," Bahamut said, as if he was reciting something. "A burdened mind burdens the body, and vice versa." He flicked an upper wing toward the boiling cauldron and levitated one of the stones out. "I want you to breath deeply. Breath... and focus on your neck. On...

He gestured to the cushions with a wing. “Lie down on your stomach. And stretch your legs out if you can.”

“Privacy.” Bahamut shrugged. “Those journalists have been snooping around and cornering our team lately.” He glanced at the walls. “Also the fortifications can keep the incense fumes from going away.”

Settings things up proved simple. The guild had a cauldron and the means of starting a fire under it. The training room was as good a place as any to make things work. It wasn't like the room would be withstanding any attacks or anything. Probably. Maybe. Procuring stones that were to Bahamut's...

Bahamut silently made for the door.

“She is currently fighting a daemon known as Eternatus.” Bahamut rose from his seat. “Team Spectrum will be attempting to pacify them both.”

Bahamut continued to stare at the bowl. "Maple was able to do this challenge, wasn't she?" He frowned. Did the fact that she swallowed up her whole planet contribute to that? Maybe there had been a sign something was wrong this entire time. Frightening.

“It’s ridiculous, is what it is.” He looked at the empty bowl. “Some of our teammates really aspired to beat this? Don’t they realize they can get sick overeating?”

"Look at me." Bahamut pointed at his face. "I do not have taste buds."

Bahamut was unsure why he let Owen pester him into this ridiculous farce. He couldn't even taste the food in question for pity's sake. The curry would hit the light underneath his beak and... vanish. And this continued for every spoonful he took. Eventually when the bowl was at a reasonable...