I found the woman collapsed at the foot of the tree, trying to get back up. She wasn't bleeding, but the top of her head was cracked.
Despite looking like a beautiful woman, she wasn't human. She merely had the shape of one.
Her shell seemed to have been damaged by the impact, and through a gap where a piece had broken off her forehead and shattered on the ground like porcelain, her true Slime form could be seen inside, hot pink and soft.
"Camula, can you stand?" I asked her, unable to keep the nervousness out of my voice.
Her eyes opened wide when she saw me. It felt as though seeing me standing in front of her, worried about her well-being, had given her the burst of energy she needed to get back up.
"Yes… Master," she said, trying to stand. When I noticed that she was still having some difficulty, I supported her until Camula managed to get to her feet.
