"I'm willing to work for your trust and friendship just like I am your daughter's, I don't expect anything for free. Me, Ashia, I am your higher power. I don't like it but I can detect and monitor your power as it grows and fluctuates, if I couldn't I never would have mentioned it. I know how powerful you can be and frankly, it worries even me." He leaned over and placed one hand on Ashia's shoulder. "Well I tell you what, keep living your life as you are. Be good to those who are good to you, and merciless to those who incur your wrath, be fair in your judgement and swift in your punishment. Do that and when your time comes I'll personally see to it that you and Vyre are together in the after life. Being able to promise things like that really is the only perk I have as the God of the Dead." He wrapped his arms around Amere and squeezed her softly. "You shouldn't talk about taste when you're boning Vyre." A low sigh escaped him and he nodded. "That's exactly what it is. Struggle to make people happy and meet expectations, get hated or hunted down anyways, then die alone and forgotten."<br/><br/><span style="color: red">"We can discuss Ras later."</span>Leaving the topic at that she kissed the mage again and moved through the portal. Once home two women were hit by the scent of an expertly prepared meal though Nyarien remained expressionless. Laurence sat with Naori on his lap with his arms wrapped around her waist as they watched the Highborne work the kitchen with surprising expertise.<span style="color: olive">"I know you were expecting tears and flames, but she's actually done quite well for an amateur chef."</span><span style="color: purple">"CALL ME AMATEUR AGAIN AND WE'RE HAVING WOLF FLANKS" </span>The Worgen laughed softly and gave the Elf in his arms a squeeze.<span style="color: olive">"It almost smells as good in here as you do. I wonder if it'll taste as good."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>