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CHYOA Guru
They head downwards, into a massive library that stretches out as far as the eye can see - bookshelves towering far above the two of them. Beatrice catches sight of robed men looking at her from balconies far above, and she hears strange chittering noises from out of sight, somewhere among the shelves.
Beatrice De Langue stopped and leaned Gregoire against the wall. If there were dangers in front of them, she needed the man healed. As she allowed him to slide to the ground, she put her hand on the man's head and started chanting a spell.
"Don't move, I should be able to make it better, my love." She cooed to her toy.
As her power slowly healed the man, she wondered if he would be more useful in their next encounter with the guardians. So far, he was useless... well, he would still serve as her meat-shield. Non of those thoughts showed on her face.
"How are you feeling, my love?" She asked as she cued the man's cheek, after she finished casting the spell.