Vyre wouldn't respond, but the smell of booze and vomit wouldn't be hard to follow. Vyre was laid out in the middle of the kitchen with a broken bottle in one hand and deep cuts in the other. While Sharindia dealt with her daughter Nyarien tracked down Anna and approached her slowly.<span style="color: #ff0000">"You must be my mother's pet. Come with me."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #006600">"Thank you, Order. I appreciate what you've done here. And thank you too, The'kal, for at least trying to help. I'll handle the rest of it, and once again I appreciate this."</span>The'kal looked up at Order and shrugged.<span style="color: #666600"> "May as well start yelling, I'll probably be just as useless with our daughter as I was here. Some days I think I'd be better off just... not being me anymore, just being a normal person. I have all this power but I can't do any good with it."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>