"Morah, we both care about Ibara so don't act like I'm some kind of villain because I trusted the wrong person."<span style="color: #ff0000">"Anyways, Ras, I'm going to send you to a medical professional. They'll take care of your infection problems, alright?"</span>Nalo smiled to both Morahs then left the room. When she returned she carried a scroll with her and handed it to Ras.<span style="color: #ff0000"> "Now shoo, I was about to have some fun before that idiot barged in here."</span><br/><br/>Nyaka nodded and stared at her couch for a moment.<span style="color: #ff8000">"That sounds good... and then I'm taking a nap. At least for a few minutes until he wakes up screaming again..." </span>She looked down at herself and nodded.<span style="color: #ff8000">"I like Whisperia lack of self control, but you're right. And I'm too tired for her to play with anyways. Be back in a second."</span>She turned and quickly went upstairs. When she returned she had on a simple leather outfit and a blanket with her son wrapped up in it.<span style="color: #ff8000">"Sell's at work and Sarevess is busy with the temple so I can't leave him here."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>