Round 95 Transcript

Hera's gaze flicks over to Silra, watching her work with a blend of admiration and unease. The elf's focus is utterly unshakable, even as Jeane's frustration builds to a fever pitch. Hera bites her lower lip, wrestling with the urge to intervene. In the end, she decides to trust in Silra's skills. If anyone can solve this mechanical puzzle, it's the rogue. Besides, Hera isn't sure she wants to get any closer to Jeane right now, not with the succubus' hunger growing by the minute. "Silra's really got her head down," Hera murmurs, more to herself than anyone else. "I wouldn't want to distract her."

She shifts her weight from foot to foot, feeling both restless and anxious. Part of her longs to throw herself into the problem-solving, to contribute in some way. But a larger part just wants this whole situation to be over. Hera's eyes drift towards the reinforced steel plates and high-grade adhesives, wondering if she could put them to use somehow. She's no engineer, but she's not completely useless either. Maybe there's something she can do to speed things along, keep Jeane at bay a little longer... Her brow furrows in concentration as she tries to think through the problem. It's a welcome distraction from the building's insistent demands and the growing sexual tension in the room. "I'm going to see if I can't lend a hand," Hera announces suddenly, striding over to where Silra is working. "What do you need?"

She bends down, putting herself at eye level with the elf, ignoring the spike of heat that runs through her as she gets closer to Jeane. Right now, solving this problem is what matters most. "Talk me through it," Hera urges, her voice warm with encouragement. "I might not be much help, but I can certainly try."