<span style="color: #ff0000">“Of course. I want her to feel welcome and comfortable in our family.” </span>Ana sighed quietly and shook her head.<span style="color: #ff9999">“Just an old Night Eleven lullaby, I find them to be quite magical.”</span><span style="color: #ff0000">“That’s the same song Vyre used to sing to Ibara before they exploded.” </span><span style="color: #ff9999">“You aren’t from Silvermoon, how do you know Vyre?” </span><span style="color: #ff0000">“She’s like an aunt to me. She’s my father’s closest friend. And you aren’t from Silvermoon either.” </span>Ana’s brow furrowed and she shook her head.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>