For Prime's sake, Baiken was Zori with boobs. She pulled her guitar back to her front briefly, applying a touch of her Divine Spellblade with a tap to the wood, scales and fur that made it up.

"Then in compensation for your demonstration..." A simple song followed, perhaps just one part to a song that needed drums, perhaps a few lyrics. But it wasn't the music that she needed to worry about, but its effects: With healing magic applied to them, even if Baiken managed to ignore the pain, the least she could do was mend any superficial injury, any aggravation of an old wound inflicted by demonstrating one of the Demon Tools.