Everything progressed smoothly after the docking procedure was completed; slowly and carefully, Geralt handed up one injured person after another, with the first being the Governess.
When she was passed up to Cynrik, Jessup released an audible gasp. He had watched the brutal fight and knew just how injured the woman was before disappearing into the Shadow Realm, but now, as he looked down on her sleeping figure, he couldn't find any semblance of the injuries she had sustained, apart from her torn battlesuit.
"Don't get all excited old man; this chick is closer to my age than you, hehe," Cynrik said as he made sure to cop one final feel of the squish melons barely being held in place by the torn battlesuit.
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