<span style="color: #b300b3">"Everyone made mistakes with her, even me. But that's why I won't let her escape if she comes back to us. She needs a warm and loving family even if we can't fix all of her problems." </span>She drank quickly and happily, massaging the breast as she did to further soothe Lorna's discomfort.<span style="color: #b300b3">"Nope, this is the only breakfast I want. You taste very good. Athena will be okay, I'm going to ask Uncle Ophidian to help her... No, I'm going to ask him to give her a home."</span><br/><br/>Vyre smiled down at Ana and nodded.<span style="color: #5900b3">"Just moan for me and be happy, your body is telling me everything I need to hear." </span>She held Ana's belly and purred softly as she started to move a little faster in her own excitement.<span style="color: #5900b3">"You are so beautiful, Ana, once I lay this egg we are going to make love every day in every position possible."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #ff0000">"I'm glad you work for me, I appreciate you." </span>Nalo nodded to him but he would see an uncharacteristic agitation in her before it was hidden by Morah.<span style="color: #ff0000">"I am Tyrande's friend above all else and would never try to upset her. Although, if you will forgive me for saying it, I'm glad he's dead. Tyrande has suffered too long because of his memory and now she can start to bloom and grow as a person." </span>She kissed Morah softly and smiled a little, though it was far more sad than her words let on.<span style="color: #ff0000"> "Tyrande will always have my full support and we will help her through these trying times with all of the respect and tact possible. Come, my dear, let's go home." </span>She helped Morah up then bowed deeply to the three Elves has they approached.<span style="color: #ff0000">"My deepest condolences, High Priestess. I have no words to express my sorrow and regret... what a terrible way to end an already uncomfortable trip." </span>She sighed sadly and motioned everyone through the portal.<br/><br/>Crimzon looked at the priestess in her arms then to Shandris.<span style="color: #b30000"> "Normally I would be thrilled to finally be able to carry her like this, why does it have to happen because of something like this?" </span>She squeezed Tyrande softly and headed back to Nalo who was helping Morah back to her hooves.<span style="color: #b30000">"We are ready to go back now."</span>Crimzon carried Tyrande through the portal and made a beeline back to their room, shielding the priestess from any curious gazes until they were in private.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>