<span style="color: #404040">"your making my point about Miriam for me... i intend to help in any way that i can later."</span>Frank smiled and then finally did blush a little.<span style="color: #4dffa6">"huh? oh... i hadn't thought of that."</span>his hands were busy so he had to try to blow the smoke away to look at her.<span style="color: #4dffa6">"you might not want to do that, your kinda cute when you pout and you wouldn't want to give me an excuse to make you pout and blush some more would you?"</span><br/><br/>Yinxha jerked her hand clear, obviously having learned her lesson the first time.<span style="color: #ff99cc">"your threatening me for trying to be helpful? and you wonder why your relationships aren't going well..."</span>she looked at the closet and stood up to look inside.<span style="color: #ff99cc">"your only a failure if you give up and your only a coward if you don't face your fears."</span>she grabbed Vyre's spear but she only got about half a step with it before it glowed brightly and the sound and smell of burning flesh suddenly filled the room as Yinxha dropped the spear with a hiss of pain. the weapon lay glowing faintly on the floor with a clear layer of charred flesh stuck to it while the Troll looked at her scorched hand breathing deeply despite raw meat clearly visible.<span style="color: #ff99cc"> "professionally i sold vengeance spells and i didn't give a damn if they were justified or not. personally is none of your concern, i have been judged by my god and i am serving out my penance as ordered... but i think your spear knows i am not a good person."</span>despite her wounded hand Yinxha grabbed the pillow from the bed and used it to pick Vyre's spear back up and she carefully laid it across the Elf and tossed the pillow away before returning to her previous place and set to mixing something else in her pestle but this time she had to do it one handed.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>