<span style="color: #660000">“Oh. How many people do you live with? Is it not just Sahra and Muse, Ras and Relene? I admit I don’t know much about… I’m not taking up too much of your time am I? I’m sorry, I’m just curious about you as a person. I can’t really talk about you with Tyrande, even before the business with you-know-who it was either speak of you as our goddess or not at all.”</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #ffcc99">“We can call on your Timelost son for transportation or protection from the storm, Mistress.”</span>Ana stroked the child’s forehead softly and started to hum to him as she rocked him slowly.<span style="color: #ffcc99">“Rest, little one. Rest and know you’re safe and loved.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>