Crimzon stopped at the door when Shelleeana spoke and turned back to look at her.<span style="color: darkred">"I watch civilians waste their lives trying to help those they love, do little things to try and make things better for the people around them. Tyrande is all I have in life, she only accepts me because Elune told her to... I wasn't created to feel or show emotion, my face doesn't move more than it needs to, my blood is cold and not my own, I have little control over my own muscles so it's difficult to shake hands or hug. I don't understand most emotions any better than Nalo. It made sense to me that helping Nalo with the city would help her. I only partially understand you, but I'll take your advice. I tried to think, to act on emotion and I only made things worse."</span>She shook her head slowly and looked to the door.<span style="color: darkred">"I don't know what to make of her, or her mannerisms. She's not like any Draenei I've ever met, nor is she like my sisters who are no different than I."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>