<span style="color: #666600">"Yes, but I am emotional, remember? I don't want to get upset over petty things. It was a frigid landscape ruined by war and corrupted by old gods and stray magic. Now there are no magical ley lines, no old gods, no corruption. This land is pure and safe."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #ff0000">"As Naori grows less mobile and her child's father and his wife spend more time here I realize that I should look to my own family for support. And seeing as my only family are you and mother... having you in my life would be better."</span>She nodded and lead her grandmother up to the bedroom where her son was curled around Abigail's furred arm and trying to chew on her thumb. The Worgen woman looked up at Nyarien and Sharindia and smiled softly.<span style="color: #59b300">"And who is this?" </span><span style="color: #ff0000">"My grandmother. Sharindia, this is Abby, her husband is the one who knocked up Naori." </span>The Worgen stood up after a moment and extended her free arm to Sharindia, keeping the infant nuzzled into her chest.<span style="color: #59b300">"It's nice to meet you. This would be your great-grandson, then. We've been deciding on a name for a while now but we've had no luck."</span><br/><br/>Ras held her tight and shook his head. "No you're not, you're exhausted and still suffering from... who am I kidding. I'll just go with you so I can carry you home." He got out of bed without her and summoned his robes, once she was dressed he teleported to them to the Silvermoon Temple. Vyre shook her head and sighed.<span style="color: #5900b3"> "You don't ask too many questions, and I can respect that. Especially right now."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>