Vyre's eyes narrowed but she just squeezed Ashia's hand instead of punching the Draenei<span style="color: #8000ff">. "If you want to keep your horns attached to your head..."</span>She took a deep breath and closed her eyes.<span style="color: #8000ff"> "Fine. Deal. But the next time you say that you better hope your powers are as strong as you say."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #5900b3">"It's called... never mind. There's animals on Azeroth that do have tails and when they're scared or hurt they tuck their tails between their legs to show it. You haven't abandoned me yet. Well I don't know how well I'll be able to work with your craftsmen, I'm an apprentice blacksmith at best and none of my knowledge will likely transfer to this world but I will do my best. Shampoo? I'm not putting dung in my hair no matter what you call it. I tried it once and it took ages to get the smell out." </span>She frowned at the bottles and nodded<span style="color: #5900b3">. "Shampoo then conditioner, okay, what do they do and how do I use them?"</span>She looked at her hands then back to the bottles.<span style="color: #5900b3">"Maybe you should wash my hair for me and we can hope too much doesn't fall out, I don't think my hands would be strong enough to wash this mane right now."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>