Round 161

Hera felt a chill run through her as she watched Jeane's wings unfurl, the building's demands intensifying around them all. She took an involuntary step back, instinctively wanting to put distance between herself and the increasingly unstable succubus. "Jeane, please," Hera said, trying to keep her voice calm and reasoned despite the panic rising in her chest. "We can't afford to lose Silra now, not when we're so close to finishing the repairs." Her gaze darted to the balcony door, wondering if she should try to barricade it or if that would only make things worse.

The engineer across the room looked up from her work, meeting Hera's eyes with a look that said clearly: Don't fuck this up. Hera nodded almost imperceptibly, understanding the unspoken message. She turned back to Jeane, trying to find the right words. "Look, I get it. The building is... doing whatever it does to you. But we need your head in the game here." She gestured toward Silra. "She's literally keeping this place from collapsing around us. Can't we figure out a way to help you manage this without derailing everything?"