<span style="color: #4dffff">"No, no. Even before you came back it was all she would talk about. What she would do to you when we found you, what she would have you do to her... it was nonstop. Nail and I aren't like other people, we pay more attention than people give us credit for. Our interest in you is genuine, your wellbeing is something we want to support, and we want you to help us grow from being just dragons to proper dragonlings. When you've recovered, of course." </span>She frowned down at Frank but her own cheeks had a deep blush.<span style="color: #4dffff"> "Just wait until that much tongue wraps around other areas."</span>She blew a soft puff of smoke at him and returned to her seat to pout.<br/><br/>Vyre looked at Yinxha's wrist and reached for it but her hand and reflexes were too slow.<span style="color: #a64dff">"If you ever came near them... I would probably kill you, so I'll just take this as you telling me how terrible of a mate I am." </span>She sighed softly and pointed to a closet door.<span style="color: #a64dff"> "Because I'm a failure and a coward... I'm trash and a loser. I don't deserve your help or Ras' love. I never should have survived Azshara's torture." </span>Her hands curled up as another wave of pain washed through her but she kept her hands away from her face.<span style="color: #a64dff"> "Oh? Ras isn't a forgiving person, you can't be that bad if he's letting you parade around his his priestess. What did you do? Not tip a restaurant waiter? Do you even know what a restaurant is?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>