<span style="color: #5900b3">"Of course, I'm sorry. I just don't want you to hate her." </span>She returned the squeeze and kissed Ashia softly.<span style="color: #5900b3"> “I just hope the next pregnancy is more enjoyable. We were so busy dealing with the world constantly trying to fuck us I never got to feel like a mother and by time I laid the egg I was so tired it just came out on its own.” </span>She nodded and smiled.<span style="color: #5900b3"> “You have to let Ana between us every now and then. She might start to get a little jealous.”</span><br/><br/>Emily nodded to Frank and collected Chiren who hissed and cuddled against her mother.<span style="color: #4d4dff">“We can plant a garden near our home once it’s complete. That may attract some bugs for her to hunt. We can also ask Ashia, she knows all there is so know about young dragonlings. Er… you can ask Ashia.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>