<span style="color: #4d4dff">"The only duties you have right now are to rest and cry out all of your hurt and anger. The village doesn't need you, Order kills anyone who breaks the law before you can, so all that's left is for you to be a mother to the children you do still have. And in order for you to do that you need to go lay down, cry, and rest." </span>She pointed to Nail's chamber.<span style="color: #4d4dff"> "Go to your Flight sister and lay down with her, squeeze her and hold her until you've cried every tear you can manage."</span><br/><br/>When Inaara laughed arcane winds violently whipped up around them.<span style="color: #4dffff"> "A crippled dragon taken in to be used as a maid. He knows Ashia?" </span>Even though her face didn't show it a faint sense of relief started to wash over her.<span style="color: #4dffff"> "Yeah, as a dragon in this world ruled by a tyrant like Order it IS safer to hold onto my views. I have a clutch to worry about and I just have to hope that he doesn't try to take a pitchfork to the eggs? I'm sure Order let him get away with it but wouldn't hesitate to kill me for defending them."</span>She folded her arms and glared at Inaara.<span style="color: #4dffff">"You just want to mock and insult me then, I understand... For a moment you had me actually considering your words, but now I see you for who you are."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>