<span style="color: #660000">“I promise. If anything ever feels wrong or confusing I’ll use the word. I’ll look at it as a way of protecting you and what you love.”</span>She winced and looked away when Tyrande’s expression changed.<span style="color: #660000"> “I’ve… I didn’t mean to imply that I… I’m not happy that things happened this way. I’m sorry, I’ll stop talking.”</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #a64dff">“She’s not that sad anymore. Looks like she’s quite content with the new woman she’s laying on. I’ll ask my mother, resurrection is a scary thing and I don’t want to damage Malurion. I’m not against the idea of helping, I just don’t want to end up like The’kal.” </span>She nodded and in a snap created a book of baby names.<span style="color: #a64dff"> “Let’s just leave then. Any Trolls in particular have your fancy, my love?”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>