Since Astrid had her own dominant streak, she started on Erik's task with gleeful enthusiasm. First, she jumped out of bed, gently grabbed one of the spatial dildos, and walked over to Emma with a wide grin. The younger Ashcroft still hung from the ceiling, wrapped in bondage, eyes fixed on Erik and Elora with fascination.
First Astrid stopped in front of Emma, and her excitement became a little tempered with concern. "Are you alright?" she asked first, pointing at her own throat. She knew Emma's body was not even as strong as those of Nora and Anne, so she worried her Arcanist sister-wife might be worse off than they were.
Pulled from her reverie at Erik's actions, Emma blinked to look at Astrid. It took a moment for the words to sink in, but then smiled brightly and nodded. "I'm fine!" she giggled happily. "I just kept my first-rank healing spell active on my jaw and throat! I'm just glad I could help Master!"
