<span style="color: #5900b3">"I just want to help my mate! Please, all I need is information. I'm not asking you to come to Azeroth or... or anything else. Just what can do I to help her?" </span>She listened closely as Scholar explained then slowly nodded.<span style="color: #5900b3"> "So she's... she IS one of us now? If she sheds her body she can just think up a new one, right? She still wants to be a mother and neither of us know the first thing about creating a... one of you."</span>She frowned and shook her head.<span style="color: #5900b3"> "We need your experience and knowledge, Scholar. My mother won't hurt you, you... Azeroth is my home too, I should have just as much right to grant permission to who comes and goes as she does. And I'm giving you permission and begging you to help my mate. Assaulted?"</span>Her look of desperation flashed murderous for a moment<span style="color: #8000ff">. </span><span style="color: #5900b3">"I was under the influence of my connection to Susan. Everything I, we did, was because of Susan's reactions to the plant life here. And even if I did any any control over myself when it happened, your sister is cuter and nicer."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>