Tir Na Nog, Sickbay, Several lightyears from the once again dormant nebula

[anarchist_queen]

don't click the link if you don't want to see a gnarly scar

Leda looked down at her leg and winced. "Well, that..." Words failed her and instead, she sighed.

"I'm afraid this kind of damage is beyond even our skills to completely heal." the Healer said. "That scar will look less horrific with time, but you will most likely require a cane at least from time to time."

"But...the baby's fine?"

"Oh yes. Your baby was never touched by the unholy energies that did for your leg."

In the end that was what was important.

When Evil Leda had briefly awoken Azathoth, she'd tried to drag Leda into the chaos with her. Tendrils of entropic force had penetrated the ship's hull. She'd almost managed to dodge, but was snared by her left leg. Fortunately, Rock Star Leda and Crystaviel were playing the same music as Sila and the others. The double bardic magic at both ends of the breach drove Azathoth back into slumber, and the multiverse repaired itself.

Portalocity assured them that while they could still get everyone home, there shouldn't be any more mix-ups.

But there was no sign of the Dark Elf, or of Leda's evil other self.

"Most likely they were sucked into whatever realm Azathoth dwells in." Captain Leda said. "Best not to think about it."

"Agreed."