"Oh, well if removing the curse won't protect her offspring then I won't worry so much about it. She's well off enough with the curse so when it's gone it's gone, but I don't think I'll let that be my deciding factor in knocking up her up anymore. If he's still alive I may be able to pay my old tutor to help, The Hand wasn't big on educating their young members so I outsourced mine. It's likely I wouldn't know how to read or speak any languages but Trollish without him. I never thought about that actually, what should we do about you getting pregnant? Is that something we should work on preventing or are you going to not worry about it and let nature decide? I know an Elf your age will probably go a decade or two be ready for the next child." He smiled and gave her a squeeze. "I'll be sure to keep that in mind then, if it means anything I don't expect to live that long either. I figure I'll be lucky to live another fifty years at this way."<br/><br/>Vyre shook her head and let the subject go as she enjoyed her own meal.<span style="color: purple"> "I can't imagine you would be, but I did promise a three course meal so it's been made anyways. Dessert is chilling in the icebox now, at least some of it is in the oven now. How do cream puffs sound? They're a light pastry filled with an airy and lightly sweetened cream, there's also some custard pies setting now. And those are my personal favorites. Had to punch a mage to get a portal to Thunder Bluff then I had to punch a Bluff Watcher so I could buy some fresh milk. Apparently Night Elves wearing Horde robes is considering an insult... or something."</span>The Elf shrugged and took a deep drink of her ale.<span style="color: purple">"I'm fine with her being tired, when I left you this morning I found her blackout drunk in the temple so I put her in my bed."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>