<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc">Alexi nodded slowly, </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6">“yeah. And being my stubborn sister, she insists that she has to do it on her own.”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc"> he added with a sigh.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6"> “She thinks because you and I have such good control over our emotions, that we either don’t feel things like frustration, anger, or annoyance that often, or we know how to deal with them, and that there’s something wrong with her because she can’t” </span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Ayla grumbled to herself as they talked, stripping down and slipping into the hot water, steam rising from the claw foot porcelain tub as she tried to relax. But while her body was definitely enjoying the hot soak, her mind was elsewhere. Mainly on the fact that the two of them were still talking about her. Sighing, she took a deep breath and sank beneath the water.</span>