Nyarien hissed when she was squeezed and squirmed in discomfort.<span style="color: #b30000">"Ow... Scales still soft, flesh hurts... I would never hit Leena, my mother-"</span>She paused and frowned but didn't say anything else on the subject.<span style="color: #b30000"> "I've suffered more for less, so maybe. Be thankful you were born a Naga and didn't become one."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>