"A-a nightmare?..." she pauses contemplatively, "Thank you." she finally says after a moment, surprising Michael.
"Ah, well, I usually have problems with nightmares as well... Not tonight though..." he says with reddening cheeks, remembering the feel of Tiffania's breasts.
"Ah, no... I mean, Thank you for that, but also for saving me. T-those people were terrible, they threw things at me, a-and shouted at me. A-and b-b-burned me-" she stutters out, looking as if she were about to start sobbing. Michael wraps her up in a hug before it can get to that point though.
"I know, what they did to you was evil, but you're safe now. Nothing like that will ever happen to you again, I promise." he says, determination clear in his tone. Tiffania freezes for a moment before reciprocating the hug, not feeling all that wary of this kind stranger anymore. He'd risked his life to save her, even though he knew what she was.
Michael eventually lets go but their movement causes the cloak around Tiffania's shoulders to fall off, revealing her naked form... He coughs and looks away as Tiffania undergoes a full-body blush, holding her hands futilely over her breasts as if that would shield them from sight in the slightest.
"Er, I don't have any female clothes, but maybe you could try wear some of my spares?" he says, wondering if his shirts would hold up against such large... Personality...
Tiffania just silently nods, causing Michael to retrieve some of his larger clothes from his inventory, passing them to her. She tries on a couple shirts, some too tight while others were struggling to strain against her large breasts... But eventually, they found some clothes that fit her 'well enough'.
In the end, Tiffania was dressed in a white wool shirt that went down to her thighs like a short dress. Her butt and legs were too plump to actually wear any of his trousers, so that'd be an objective when they ventured back into town... If, the ventured back into town.
With Tiffania with him now, it'd be difficult to conceal her race from anyone who actually cared to look. Her ears were rather noticeable after all, even under the hood of a cloak.
Aside from the long white shirt, she also wore some Germanian sandals that looked like they belonged to some spartan warriors, as well as his brown cloak would hopefully hide her elven features for now.
The white shirt didn't leave much left to his imagination however, his trousers felt far tighter than usual when he spotted her nipple trying to tear through the fabric of the shirt. But thankfully, Tiffania didn't seem to notice.
The only thing now they'd have to look out for were any rogue gusts of wind, since she was wearing no underwear under that short makeshift skirt.
He notices the now gemless ring that was around Tiffania's finger and lets out an apologetic sigh, "Sorry about your ring, I know it must mean a lot to you..."
Tiffania shakes her head, "My mother gave it to protect me, even without the gem or magic, it is still my most important possession. You saved me with it, like my mother would have wanted. A-ah, thank you again."
"You don't need to keep thanking me, I did it because I wanted to." he rubs the back of his head, "How about we introduce ourselves again? This time without getting my mind wiped?" he jokes, but the apologetic pout on her face makes him feel as if he were bullying her.
"I-I'm Tiffania, n-nice to meet you!" she squeaks, embarrassed at his mention of her accidental mind erase spell.
He holds out his hand, "Michael, it's nice to meet you too, Tiffania." he says, smiling as they shake hands.
Tiffania isn't really sure when to stop shaking his hand, and Michael is too polite and embarrassed to let go either, so two minutes of handshaking go by until they finally come to a consensus and let go...
Michael coughs into his hand and straightens his back, deciding to move on to the elephant in the cave... "So, Tiffania... What are your plans now?" he asks, knowing that she doesn't really have anywhere to go now that her identity was discovered, but wanting to give her at least the illusion of choice.
Her expression sours slightly as she remembers her former home where the villagers had sold her out, "I don't know. C-could I stay with you? I don't have anywhere else to go..."
Michael gives a sympathetic smile and nods, "Sure, but, I'll warn you now. I will do things that you will disagree with. My current plan is wiping out that town who hurt you." he states, knowing that her kind demeanour would put them at odds on this aspect.
Tiffania shakes her head, but just as Michael thinks she's going to argue with him, "I don't mind. They deserve to get hurt." she says, her expression darkening at the thought of them.
"That's different..." Michael mentally remarks, wondering if her treatment by those bastards are permanently changed her perspective from her anime self.
"Are you sure? You won't regret being part of this?" he asks.
She nods, "They killed me." she mutters, lips frowning as she recalls just how badly those people had treated her. "I did nothing wrong, and they killed me. If I can make them feel a small part of the hurt they caused me, then I want to do it." she affirms, more to herself than to Michael.
...
"Alright... But, before I let you do anything like that, we need to get you properly prepared." he takes his ineffective wand out from his inventory and passes it to her, "Here, try see if this works."
Tiffania takes the wand and waves it about, eventually lightly prodding towards the opposite wall while chanting, "Levitate." causing an average-sized pebble to begin floating and moving according to her will. "I don't think it likes me, but, it works." she admits, smiling slightly at the first 'gift' she'd received from him. All the while ignoring the clothes and cloak she'd also received.
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