<span style="color: #4d4dff">“That sounds better. But I’m warning you, if a cow kicks me I’m going to eat it and let Chiren chew on its bones… if the cow injures you I will do the same.” </span>She looked down at Chiren and sat her daughter on her lap.<span style="color: #4d4dff"> “That’s still not very long, my dearest. Chi-chi will probably still be crawling around and making messes like an infant by then.”</span><br/><br/>Nalo snorted and folded her arms.<span style="color: #b30000">“I have suspicions of where she might be, but I’m not going to pursue them. Tyrande needs to get her life on track and being away from here will be good for her.” </span>She frowned at him and shook her head.<span style="color: #b30000"> “I have a little girl running around telling people she’s pregnant with my child because someone told her babies are made by holding hands. I’ve already spoken to her parents and Morah, and the Sentinels… and the priestesses… so many priestesses… Look, if I can handle that I can handle this. And that’s why you’re coming with me, to make sure nothing goes wrong. Your bonus depends on it.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>