Rayne only glanced at Eliza as she worked, despite standing in the shower and using such a simple blade she was surprisingly skilled with it and in no more than ten minutes had herself groomed to an acceptable level that let Eliza see everything.<span style="color: #a64dff">"A cream? Well sure, I'll give it a try when the hair starts coming back, usually takes a week or less for the irritation to start. But for now this should be good enough." </span>She ran her fingers along the area to check for any spots she missed then stepped out of the shower.<span style="color: #a64dff">"So are you going to sit there looking <i>cute</i> or come dry me off so I can show you how sexy I think you are?"</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #8000ff">"Of course, we'll take our time. We have plenty of it. I don't know how needy our children will be my love, they are half dragon and likely won't want to stick around for long." </span>The Blue looked up at her mother knowing they were talking about her and hissed softly. She crawled over to watch Ana start preparing while Vyre gathered up the rest of the hatchlings on the table to play with them.<span style="color: #8000ff"> "Ashia, why don't you call one of the dragonlings over so we can start talking? Just one at a time. They can also take their child home."</span><br/><br/>Nyarien's shoulders were almost rock solid from the Elf being so tense.<span style="color: #b30000"> "Just... just do my hair so we can get this over with. The sooner he tells you you're wrong the sooner this torment ends." </span>She hissed her words through gritted teeth and closed her eyes.<span style="color: #b30000">"I'll never be ready so you may as well just get it over with. You won't be able to make me feel better."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>