"Well he's got his wife and children so he's not doing too bad, and he was raised around warm bloods. So I think he's doing just fine, it's the others who may be struggling to accept him. That's because I let you suffer as a punishment for getting into Amere's wine. I know all about hang overs and the fun they bring." He frowned a bit then nodded. "You need to spend more time in the kitchen with me, but I should ask before we go into this tent. Do you want see animals have been skinned and butchered? You'll see all of the meat and where it comes from, but it may also be very upsetting to you."<br/><br/><span style="color: #5900b3">"And now you see why I was tired of being seen as a demon. I'm nothing like them, but still lived as one and took all of the abuse they got for simply existing."</span>She looked over her shoulder at Flora and shook her head<span style="color: #5900b3">. "Don't make me regret bringing you here. Let's get you acclimated to living around mortals before we worry about trying to fix the world."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #b300b3">"If ya don't want to find dem, why you here, mon? What you hoping to get outta dis? I can't help you if you don't even know what you want." </span>"I'm hoping she'll find someone or something to cling to, that she'll enjoy. I just...  I don't want to say she's too far gone but she may be." Jemma looked back to Order in silence for a long moment.<span style="color: #b300b3"> "Gonna teach you to weave a basket. Gonna take a long time, ain't going to be easy with them fingers o' yours, but it could give you something. Don't know what, but somethin' better than not trying at all."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>