Sephiroth: I can’t deal with it right now. She can stay there. She’s not going anywhere anyway. *scowls in frustration and grasps Dimitri’s arm* Stop it. *splashes water over him, trying to get the sticky residue off him first*
Zach: *backs up slightly* It’s not that bad… *pushes on her belly again* Yeah. I hate to say this but you’re really clogged up. I don’t know how to administer laxatives to a dragon though… *scratches the side of his head* Maybe an enema? *sighs* Don’t get mad at that. *places his hand on her lower stomach again, pushing on the hard lumps* Strange. They move.