"I understand. I'm going to supplement it with my magic," Mao said.

"Probably a good idea, but I'll tell you right now that I don't know what's going to happen if you do that," said Flask.  "So be careful."

"I will be," Mao said."Thank you."

"Let me know how it works out," said Flask.  "Later."

Mao went about setting up the ritual.

Make a roll

Mao began the chant of the ritual as she applied the cure.

(OOC: Expertise: Magic roll - Mao Hojo rolled 22 using 1d20+8. Reroll - Mao Hojo rolled 28 using 1d20+8)

The girl stirred, despite the cryosleep-- in fact, something was happening, despite the cryosleep, and it shouldn't be this fast or obvious!

Mao cursed and tried to figure out what was happening.

...Her patient's vitals were improving.  But she was breaking out of the cryostasis on her own, somehow, and her metabolic activity was skyrocketing.

Mao moved to turn off the cryostasis.

She shut it off.  The girl thrashed for a moment, as if overcompensating, but then lay back, breathing hard... but began to slow down.  Calm down.

"Are you okay?" Mao asked as she watched the girl's leg and the strange growths there.

The girl didn't answer.  The leg, however, had changed quite a lot, now resembling something glistening, dark in color, with an oddly soft quality.

Did Mao have any idea what this was?

It was odd.  Like skin, but not really human skin.  It glistened... and now her legs shifted, revealing that they'd grown, as well.

The girl moaned.

"Wh-where am I?" she asked.

"In my clinic. You were in a chemical accident," Mao said.

"Uh, okay," said the girl.  "I felt really bad... I feel better now, but my legs are strange.  They don't hurt, but they're strange."

"I'm looking into it. It seems to be an effect of the treatment and my magic," Mao said.

"My legs were where most of the chemical hit me," she said.  "...I guess they got the worst of it.  Do you think I'll be able to walk again?"

"I don't know. Do you have any feeling in them?" Mao asked.

"Yeah," she said.  "They feel strange, though.  Like if I try to move them, I'm not sure what's going to actually happen."

"How about you try moving them?" Mao asked.

"Okay," she said, and she did.

They moved as one.  And revealed, uncurling, that they were much, much longer than they had been.

"I'm not sure how to explain that," Mao said.