Round 6

Hera steps forward protectively, placing herself between the cowering cleric and Jeane's wrath. "Back off," she growls, amber eyes flashing dangerously. The atmosphere crackles with tension—Jeane's aggressive dominance clashing against Hera's protective instinct, both women staking claims over territory that isn't theirs to defend. Abby shrinks back further, caught between her friends and the dangerous energy filling the room.

Silra, however, seems unfazed by the sudden intrusion. She rises from the bed slowly, her movements deliberate and unhurried. The tension in the room is thick enough to cut with a knife, but she's handled worse situations than a possessive demon with boundary issues. "You know what?" she says, her voice carrying an undercurrent of dry amusement that masks her irritation. "This whole setup is starting to feel like a badly written soap opera. Soap opera with...