<span style="color: #336600">"I thought... I must have said something wrong, I'm sorry." </span>She gave Order another squeeze before releasing her.<span style="color: #336600">"I will consider what I said that was inappropriate and wait here for you to return. Please give Delithia my regards."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #b3b300">"Solved. And solved."</span>There would be a 'thunk' sound from Ibara's desk and Ras offered them both a smile.<span style="color: #b3b300">"Your knife is back in your office, Valeen, and her gun is in pieces. Soft, rubbery pieces. No, Ibara, I think I'll stay here. If you want me and Valeen out you'll have to stand up and try to force us out. Watching you decline into insanity and paranoia wasn't good for anyone, including yourself and trying to pretend otherwise is just incredibly childish on your part." </span>He only smiled as Ibara spoke to Valeen.<span style="color: #b3b300"> "These are your options, Ibara. You talk to us like an adult. I go get the native Ras and lock you two in a room not even your sisters can save you from. Or... well no, those are your only options. You talk to someone who is neutral and understands Vyre. Or you talk to the man whose child you miscarried and then carved out of your life." </span>He conjured a chair for him and took a seat with a smile.<span style="color: #b3b300"> "Feel free to scream and threaten me all you like, you can even come over here and hit me if it makes you feel better. But you're going to talk about every, single negative emotion you have until you do feel better. The only choice you have is which Ras you talk to about it."</span><br/><br/>Ras kissed her lovingly and nodded. "You're always grumpy, the only thing that changes is how sexy you are. How about we get you a nice bathtub to relax in? Maybe one designed like a big chair so you can relax and take some pressure off of your organs for a while."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>