<span style="color: #FF0000">Firrae</span><br/><br/><br/>Firrae sighed as the hostility in his voice was thrown at her.<br/><br/>"Calm down, Vashen. Im not here to cause trouble for you guys. Im here to fix things, and to help Fisraee as much as possible." She glanced at her sister's stomach, sighing. Her sister spoke after her.<br/><br/>"Vashen, how do i get you out, what can i do?" Firrae rushed over to her, pushing her off of him.<br/><br/>"Slow down there, Fis. Tell him first, maybe he wont want you doing anything!"<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF00BF">Vira</span><br/><br/><br/>Vira sighed as her sister butted in, telling her tell him. She could sense the power stirring in her stomach as she looked at him. She stared into his eyes, thinking of an idea to tell him. She approched him again, laying her hands on his cheeks. SHe focused, giving him images of everything that had happend since he left this morning. The slash of power, the sickness, Firrae's apology, and as she stepped back from him, she circled her arms around the slight bulge poking through the shirt.<br/><br/>"Im pregnant. And it's growing fast." She bit her lip as she looked at the floor.<br/><br/>"But i still want to help. Firrae can help me. I wont be alone. You can trust her." She looked up into his eyes.