"Let Grandma fix it for you." Salaark used a mix of Rebirth Magic and her breathing technique, Mother Sun, to cleanse Kamila from her afflictions.
Once the Guardian was done, Kamila felt as if she had just returned from a week of rest in a spa. Her body was clean, brimming with energy. Her fatigue was gone and she could almost feel her skin breathing from its fully cleansed pores.
"Now all that remains is to fix you a decent dress and put on a bit of make-up. Luckily for you, I have a wardrobe the size of a village and several make-up artists at my service." Salaark said.
"Thank you, but I'd like to keep the suit I wear. I want to wear my lucky clothes for my lucky day." Kamila noticed the Overlord's frown and quickly added: "I could use some make-up, though."
Salaark Warped everyone to a different location. Lith and his family to the Throne room where the ceremony would be held. Kamila to Salaark's private rooms, where the maids also took care of her hair, and herself to the Duchy of Essagor.
"Your sister is about to get married and it would be terrible for her not to have any witness from her family." She explained to a terrified Zinya after popping into her bedroom in the middle of the night.
Vastor was out so the Overlord and the Master didn't meet.
On top of that, due to Salaark's powers being diminished from being inside the territory of another Guardian without their permission and Vastor's powerful cloaking arrays, she failed to notice the secret lab.
"Really?" Zinya asked, jumping out of her bed. "Oh, gods. I need to dress myself and the children properly. We can't attend a wedding in our pajamas."
For some reason, she felt like she could trust that stranger and accepted following her.
"Don't worry about the dress, I have plenty." Salaark then Warped into the children's room where Tezka snarled at the intruder before recognizing her.
Then, he started to whimper.
"Don't worry, old dog, I'm not here for you. This time." She said, bringing him along since the kids insisted on calling him their pet.
'From the Suneater who made entire kingdoms tremble in fear at the mention of his name to a nanny. Mogar indeed has a twisted sense of irony.' The Overlord thought.
Zinya and Kamila hugged and cried in Salaark's quarters, ruining the make-up. The maids rolled their eyes and pulled the two sisters away to prepare them both.
As for Lith, after a quick shower and a shave he was as ready as he could.
Just like Kamila, he wore the clothes from their first date. It consisted of a simple red shirt and white pants, both bearing the Verhen's family insignia, respectively on the breast pocket and belt buckle.
"I always thought you would wear your Archmage robe even on such an occasion." Raaz said, patting Lith's shoulder.
"So did I." Lith smiled seeing his father back to normal even if just temporarily. "Now I'm just Lith Verhen, son of farmers and vagrant mage. I thought that my titles mattered, but they were just a burden to me."
He didn't miss how Solus had yet to congratulate him and that Tista never left her side, but there was nothing he could do or say to make her feel better.
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