Andraia had to sleep on her stomach the night before, the blistered welt where the brand was felt like the process was being reenacted again upon anything touching it. Needless to say, last night, she didn't sleep that well, and just decided to go mix up a salve to relieve the burning sensation. She sneaked out to the greenhouse in just her t-shirt, hobbling somewhat, the thought of pulling anything over her hips sounded like hell at the moment. Groggily, she mixed up the lavender and aloe vera, proceeding to rub it over the burn until she felt some relief. Just at that, she heard a voice behind her, "You've never let me do that, that's for certain." Andi made eye contact with the purveyor of the voice, Mesis, and just rolled her eyes. Mesis sighed, "She gave it to ya good last night, didn't she? I could heal it up all the way, if you want..." Andraia replied, "No, I think that would make her more angry. I think she wanted the brand to stay there permanently..." "I could at least form the scar quicker." "Yes please." Mesis ran her fingers over that spot, healing energy running over the blistered skin to make it callous quicker. "Interesting motif, not as elegant as the Morgenstern one, but interesting none the same." She drew back her hand, "Feel better?" Andraia didn't feel like her left hip was completely on fire now and sighed in relief, "Yes, thanks, suge." She kissed Mesis on the cheek, "I better get back to her boudoir, don't want to upset her."
Andraia got back to the bed chamber, deciding to perform her sun salute a little early this morning. Stretching and breathing into each pose with cat-like prowess, she mowed through how sore her muscles were. She groaned as joints seemed to pop and crackle. She'd get some skullcap and butcher's broom tea later. She pulled her foot up to her shoulder blades, holding it there until she heard a groggy voice, "You're up awfully early." "Couldn't sleep, Mistress..." "Why don't you come over here, my darling, and snuggle with me. Perhaps if you can, I'll let you sleep in today..." After that stretch, she could walk a little more smoothly, although still with a slight limp. Eleanor smiled at that, hopefully the girl would learn her lesson. Andi slinked into the bed, laying her head in Lady Tremaine's lap in an apologetic fashion, before a hand stroked through her hair. It didn't take long and she dozed off. Lady Tremaine took a moment to lift the shirt a bit and admire her handiwork, although it seemed to have healed quickly, it still blazed what it meant. She didn't think too much of the fast healing then kissed her pet's forehead and fell back asleep.
Loky and Bartelby snuck into the room a while later, they were both dressed in khaki and camouflage. Loky turned to his brother and spoke in a fake Australian accent, "And here we have the cougar in its natural habitat. Notice how peacefully it hibernates." They both crawled onto the foot of the bed, Bartelby continuing, "How very fascinating." Andraia propped an eye open at them, rather irked. Loky put up his hands, "Calm down, pretty sheila. Nobody's going to hurt you." He propped his head to Bartie, "How majestic this creature is, the cougar is phenomenally territorial and can be ferocious." Eleanor woke up to see the two angels had approached, and eyes went open in shear panic. She started flustering the covers about, until Andi reached over and rubbed her shoulders soothingly. "It's okay, I promise. They're annoying, but they don't mean any harm, mistress." Loky continues speaking to Bartelby, "Note how this remarkable creature represses her mate." Bartelby nodded. They both looked back at the two women. Lady Tremaine inquired, "What the hell are they doing, then?" Andraia perked up her chin to make eye contact with them, "Honestly, there's no telling with those two. What do you want, Steve Irwin and Jeff Corwin?" She asked them with a sarcastic flout of her head for emphasis. Bartelby shrugged, "We got bored." Loky chimed in, "And Cuz growled at us when we went in there with her and priest boy and them." Bartelby continued, "She's kinda scary to wake up." Andraia quirked a brow, "And I'm supposed to be...less scary?" "Pretty much...so are ya'll gonna make out?" "Yeah, because we're totally fine with that." "Yes, totally." The two nodded like a couple of bobble head dolls. "Will it shut you up if we do?" "Oh yes, we promise." They put up two fingers together a piece and said, "Scout's honor!" Andraia smirked and kissed Eleanor on the lips deeply, leaning into the kiss, as her mistress encapsulated her with a hand in her hair holding her as if for dear life. The Grigorian brothers had big, goofy grins on their faces acting like a couple of giddy school kids, while watching this. Eleanor definitely found it awkward that they had an audience, but shrugged it off. These two really did prove to be harmless, although the cheesy grins plastered to their faces caught Andraia's attention. "What?" "You two are in love..." They began singing, in rather ethereal harmony, mind you, "All you need is love, all you need is love, all you need is love, love is all you need." They hopped off the bed, continuing to sing as they walked off, "I was made for loving you baby, you were made for loving me. I can't get enough of you baby, can you get enough of me?" Andi laughed as her mistress scoffed a little, "They really are an odd pair...and you, my dear" she placed a finger under Andraia's chin emphatically, those emerald eyes staring into the girl's soul almost, "I believe are trying to provoke me, I see..." Andraia gave an impish smirk. "That depends on your definition of the word provoke." "Don't test me." Andraia fluttered her eyelashes and pouted out her bottom lip. Damn that cute little pout of hers. She had to shake her head, trying to convince herself that wasn't going to work, but it melted her to the core. Not to mention right now, her little pet was hitting a hot spot right behind her ear, kissing and nuzzling.