<span style="color: #b30000">"Would they be here if they were amateurs? I can run an entire damn city in my sleep, I can run five, and you think so lowly of me that you think I would recruit two amateurs to touch you? When we get back to Darnassus I'm going to kick your ass in front of all of the Sentinels."</span>She placed one hand on Tyrande's shoulder and squeezed it softly.<span style="color: #b30000">"I know I'm young and... A machine by all rights, but I do understand your pain and frustrations. I promise I wouldn't be involved in your life if I didn't know I could help. It's what I was built to do. Their deaths can still stand for something." </span>She poured the priestess a glass of juice and offered it to her.<span style="color: #b30000">"A reminder of what the outsiders have taken, the price of meaningless war and conflicts. Go out with Crimzon, scream, yell. Let it all out, all of your pent up frustration and fury. You're safe and among friends here. If you want to cry you're free to do that without judgement. Right now you're not a High Priestess, you're not a leader. You're just a woman getting away from the horrors of the world."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>