Tyrande nodded and smiled.<span style="color: #5900b3">"its a priestess spell that i haven't used in many a century... i don't even know why we teach it, its so rarely useful. but if i cast a very low power levitation on you it should reduce your weight back to normal to let you swim."</span><br/><br/>Morah shook her head and frowned.<span style="color: #ffa64d">"that will never happen... my work is healing and there will never come a time with people stop falling off ladders, slipping and falling or getting sick. that is why there are two of me, so that my work can continue, not for you to have two of me and that will never change."</span>she giggled quietly and shook her head.<span style="color: #ffa64d">"i dunno, when i wrap my tongue around it you react like you have been struck upon the head... so i think club works best."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #ff0000">"no, i am not, but i am still the Priestess Zelina."</span>she raised one brow and shrugged.<span style="color: #ff0000">"it's your choice, you have no reason to fear me... and if you can stop quivering long enough to ask i could even fix those scars."</span>she smiled as well and lead the woman into the capsized ship and to the kitchen where the teapot was already whistling.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>