Vyre let out a gasp and a whine at the sudden impact that seemed to have knocked the wind out of her.<span style="color: #8000ff">"I am not weak! I don't need to be taken care of! I am a Mistress, it is my calling to care for those who need it! Not... Not some fucking invalid who needs to be handfed!" </span>She glared at Ashia and started to struggle but without her powers she was nowhere near strong enough.<span style="color: #8000ff">"Ras! Ras, get me out of here... Please! What do you want from me Ashia!? Just let me go, I'm not worth whatever you think I am."</span>"She's really not, you could do much better." Ras appeared with just a towel around his waist, his hair down, and a bottle of beer in his hand. "So, I'm really tired and when she said please I thought this was an actual emergency. This looks like- hey, you got her out of her armor. Look at you go, Ashia."<span style="color: #8000ff">"Kill her and take me home with you! Get me away from her, I'm begging you!"</span>"Ashia, have you seriously maimed or injured Vyre in anyway?" Instead of waiting for an answer he walked into the kitchen and came with one of their pitchers of ale and a stool to sit on. "Sorry, continue."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>