<span style="color: #336600">"I do, though you're prone to bits of trouble every now and then as well. Especially whenever I see you creeping around as a cat." </span>Iron sat down next to Whisperia and stroked her daughter's head carefully.<span style="color: #b35900">"She couldn't even see the ground, my feathers are bigger than her and protected her. She was laying on my back and safe. She called me thick, simplistic and backwards, and a halfwit. She got mad because I couldn't understand what was upsetting her and wouldn't tell me what I was doing wrong, she just got mad and yelled at me. So I'm not going back to her and if she stays here I'm going to leave." </span>Arlokk sighed softly but Iron interrupted him.<span style="color: #b35900">"No, I don't want to live with people who hate me for wanting to help. I don't have to. If she-"</span>Arlokk cupped his hand over her mouth and shook his head.<span style="color: #336600">"You are family. You are OUR family. Britomart is not a happy person, she never has been as long as I've known her. Just ignore her. Go back in a few hours and bring her back home, ignore how much she yells or insults, without her armor and weapons she can't walk back here on her own."</span><span style="color: #b35900">"She should-" </span>A low growl from Arlokk silenced her protests.<span style="color: #336600">"This family isn't about either or, you don't get to tell Whisperia to choose between you or Britomart, you are both important and will both stay here. You will go back for her in a few hours and then we'll find another way to get to Ras." </span>Iron stared at him for a moment then nodded.<span style="color: #b35900"> "Yes, Arlokk."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>