The'kal ignored Sharindia and Order while she focused on rewriting Karren. After several minutes of work the mage suddenly gasped back to life and let out a whimper. To finish, The'kal created a tiny ice crystal and attached it to a golden clasp.<span style="color: #666600"> "Gaudy, but if it works for the Elves it'll work for a human." </span>With the trinket attached to a chain she looped it around the human's neck which caused a shudder to run through her unconscious form.<span style="color: #666600"> "Sharindia, that will be the source of her power. She will be capable of portals and minor ice spells to protect herself but nothing more. Should she manage to start trouble with even that, take the necklace away and she'll be completely powerless."</span><br/><br/>"Maybe not, we had no access to Nyaka and we were being sent off to war. Look at our lives and what happened, losing the child was awful but it was saved from a far worse fate. And who knows what's happened to Nyaka since we last met her, she may be dead." He held her tight and smiled. "It is. Brit, I'm telling you it's okay so let it be, okay? Hating yourself for what you can't control fixes nothing. Instead of dwelling on what you can't change, focus on what you can. And that's being a good wife to Whisperia and I. We're going to live here with them until our strength recovers and then we'll go find another war to get bloody in. Until then there's an entire jungle out there for you to patrol and keep your mind off all of this child stuff."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>