Gigatsuhali was certainly not a degenerate. She never was and, at this rate, never would be. Her heart was too pure and mind far too focused. Despite the entourage of golems in the area, she found herself still here, but perched high up on a rock she climbed to in efforts to avoid their notice. Her feathers were now far enough along to hold her if she chose to glide; not that she tried it before, but in theory, she figured she could easily slip away if she needed to.

Recently, Yinehi discovered she was able to incubate viruses. So, with her mission in life to heal, she decided it was time to try forming her own virus. She decided to start simple. Something that would eat bacteria that could potentially infect wounds. She nodded to herself, then found a comfortable position. Her eyes closed, her breathing slowed, and her body relaxed. She was nearly asleep when she found the right moment to tap into her magicka.

With the most absolute focus on what she wanted, she began. She felt an odd tingle as something inside her began to brew. The red of her stone actually began to glow a little, but she couldn't let herself be distracted. This was too important. Another deep inhale and she felt it come to the close, her body exhausted, but the results felt good.