<span style="color: #8000ff">"Yes, but this is an infant. There is literally no way he can harm you, all he does is eat, sleep, make noises and he'd soil himself if it wasn't for the enchantments on him. He's actually more fragile than you are and almost as cute."</span>She nodded to her mother and snapped her fingers, dishes and silverware of all manner floating onto the counters.<br/><br/>Delithia stopped mid-sip at the mention of Order and slowly turned to look at Elune.<span style="color: #0080ff"> "Say that again?" </span>The goddess could sense power within the priestess but rather than aggression her thoughts were on protecting Order.<span style="color: #0080ff">"You people broke into my house thinking you were going to get between me and someone who came to me for help?"</span>She listened to Elune and narrowed her eyes as she stared into Elune's before relaxing with a sigh.<span style="color: #0080ff"> "I expected my goddess to be a little more... I dunno, special looking. You're very... us. Order is obviously different but you look like any other Elf walking around. Regardless, no amount of finger waving or magic is going to change my day. Or coming days. Order ripped a bandage off of a wound I convinced myself had healed long ago. I'm at peace now, but it still hurts and it's going to hurt for a very long time."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #4da6ff">"That... well, that makes sense. It also speaks volumes about her character if instead of turning to hate she's trying to make the world better." </span>She shrugged and stood up with a stretch.<span style="color: #4da6ff">"If things work out with this priestess I'm giving you a crash course and spoiling a mortal. And I won't hear any arguments. The fastest way to a mortal's heart is through their stomach, next time you visit I'm showing you how to make a simple stew you can make for your friend."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>