As an Archdruid, being healed into a crow was indeed rather embarrassing for an Elf.
But Gillianis felt it was understandable.
If she had not turned into a crow, she would have cried out.
And if that cry had escaped, it would have meant giving up alcohol for a year. Though a year was not that long in objective terms.
A year without alcohol, however, felt like a century to her.
After turning into a crow, Gillianis needed quite a while to recover.
Even though crows had no teeth and could not get toothaches, she still vaguely felt her head throbbing with pain.
Phantom pain!
The excruciating pain just now had left too deep an impression on her.
Who knew that when a tooth hurt, it was not just the tooth itself that hurt.
It was a piercing pain that spread from within, blanketing her entire head.
At the thought of it, the phantom pain seemed to worsen again.
She flapped her wings and fluttered onto her wine bottle, dipping her beak into its mouth.
The drunkard's pain relief method.
It was Jia Xiu's first time observing up close how a bird drank alcohol. It held a little in its beak, tilted its head back, poured it in, then took another little bit. Just watching looked exhausting.
Only after doing that more than a dozen times did Gillianis let out a long breath and barely say through extremely muddled diction, "What kind of purpose could possibly drive you to develop such an outrageous 'Healing Spell'?"
Most of the time, one could not speak after transforming into a wild form. But a crow's vocal structure could support imitating speech. It was not as clear as a parrot's, but it was good enough.
As for why Gillianis had learned how to speak