<span style="color: #5900b3">"Maybe. I've never used one myself. They hadn't been invented when I had Nyarien and I had a handmaiden take her away from the palace and raise her. Have you seen my tits, my love? Trying to milk myself like some sort of beast of burden would take forever. And no I can't just leave the milk there, it'll spoil and I could get sick from it. So it has to come out regularly. Oh, Ras drinks from bottles. Ras can have a beer?" </span>A note appeared stuck to Vyre's forehead and the Elf growled as she read it.<span style="color: #5900b3">"No drinking while breastfeeding? Asshole."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #a64dff">"Not just ourselves, but our gear and other things we would have difficulty carrying over long distances. We usually walk along side our mounts and really only ride on them if we need to rest. They are our friends and companions, not just service beasts and we treat them as such."</span>She looked around and smiled.<span style="color: #a64dff"> "When we get clear on the other side did you want to stop for our snack? I'd hate for my old man to get worn down and have trouble making the rest of the journey."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>