<span style="color: #5900b3">"I've told you. Because I know you'll protect this child from me and my negative sides, the hatchlings aren't my children and they have Ras to protect them from me. Plus their own mothers and Ashia. This hatchling... I'm just scared. Just let me be scared okay? I don't try to reason you out of being scared of Ras or any other friends of mine." </span>She nodded and looked at Ashia.<span style="color: #5900b3">"Of course. I mean all of us in this room. This is my family and you're all perfect to me."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #a64dff">"I think that's my favorite part of you then, the way you react to me cuddling you. You're so warm and just delightful to hold and squeeze. And your croons are wonderful."</span><br/><br/>Animus watched Ophidian work with an unsettling calmness<span style="color: #ff0000">. "It was a saw blade... I got overconfident and stopped paying attention. It bit into the bone and nearly ripped the arm off my shoulder... The villagers were terrified and sent me here." </span>Despite her body being artificial it reacted exactly like a normal, healthy Night Elven body as she watched him work.<span style="color: #ff0000"> "Name? Name... Anathel Crosswind. I'm new to this area... I'm surprised to see a Naga here."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>