"Oh she does, more than you may realize. It's probably what made your mother want to put up with her in the first place. I won't let you drink to excess but if you need a glass of wine to help you sleep at night I don't see any reason to say no." He gave her hand a squeeze and nodded. "Sometimes I worry about over hunting, but they use every part of the animal. whatever doesn't sell today will be dried and sold to traders. Or it used to be, who knows what'll happen to the trade here now that your uncle ruined the world."<br/><br/><span style="color: #5900b3">"Nope, you're getting the naughtiest punishments I can come up with when I'm feeling better. I'm a demon again and I have to behave like one. Maybe I'll hang you from the ceiling and leave you at the mercy of Zelina and Susan for a few hours. Or days since you don't need to sleep." </span>She nodded after a moment closed her eyes.<span style="color: #5900b3">"I should go check on Zelina, but I'm too comfortable to get up."</span><br/><br/>The Troll let out an exaggerated sigh and crossed her arms.<span style="color: #b300b3">"Baby steps, Jemma... workin' wit a child here. Okay, look, Order. The point of makin' a basket, or anytin, isn't about the work that goes into it. It be about sittin' down somewhere, watchin' the world go by, and just relaxin. When you're at peace you'll get people to come around. So yes, I expect you to sit down and perform menial slave labor. An' I'll be joinin' you. Along wit some friends o' mine. Oi you miserable..." </span>The'kal shook her head and let out a soft sigh.<span style="color: #666600">"Mortal minds versus our own, just... give her a day or two. Humor her and if you're still tired of her we can find someone else. Okay? I've got priestess all over the world, we'll find someone for you."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>