Anna nodded and squeezed Vyre yet again.<span style="color: #4da6ff">"of course Mistress, but you do owe her a hug for everything you said earlier."</span><br/><br/>Ashia frowned at the images before she shook her head with a snort.<span style="color: #404040">"why are you doing this? your lying and i want to know why. i had fifty other women with that body and not one of them had anything like this happen to them... so even if this was true it's not me and it's not my fault."</span>she looked back at her chair, obviously trying to figure out how to get back in it without standing up which she was currently incapable of.<span style="color: #404040">"oh, i dunno maybe because i was literally mind raped to death a day ago? maybe because i just lost twenty-two children and i am in no fucking mood for having any goddamn button pushed? maybe after the way Vyre has been talking all night my mood has only gotten worse? maybe instead of worrying about the happiest woman in the house you should act just a little like her and try to be kind and supportive when someone is in mental and emotional agony like she does for you? and if that is beyond you then shut the fuck up and drink like i told you."</span>she shook her head and tried to teleport into the chair, missed and hit the floor and had to try again two more times to get where she wanted to be.<br/><br/><span style="color: #ffff00">"oh how i wish i could and i am trying."</span>she looked at the mugs with a faint frown before she picked one.<span style="color: #ffff00">"I'm sure you will see it one day. yes, the choices are huge but it has been a month, i would like an answer... nothing i do has a catch in the way you mean. yes, once a year she has to spend an hour in the same room as her other self, but that is hardly a 'catch'. no, she needs to make these choices clear headed in every way." </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>