parodox: eek! * she runs off*
Amoralle: w-wait! *starts flying after her*
parodox: d-don’t hurt me! * she make a small wall of white fire*
Amoralle: i won- *her face burns* *painful screaming*
parodox: sorry!! * she puts out the flames*
Amoralle: *is on the floor, while covering her face*
parodox: here * she gives her a healing flower* I-I hope that helps..
Amoralle: h-huh? how can i use t-this?
parodox: the pollen from the flower will heal you..
Amoralle: *touches the pollen of the flower* ...thank... thank you...
