Once in the girl's room Ras carefully tucked them in and gave them both a kiss on the forehead. "You two sleep well and I'll see you in the morning." With a smile he left the room and called for Eru. "Come, my pet. I'll get you washed up quickly so you can get into bed too. We can talk there as well."<br/><br/>Crimzon looked down at the priestess and seemed to let out a sigh, though it sounded more like a snarl.<span style="color: darkred"> "I don't know, I don't know the past of ou- of your people. The memories aren't mine to have, they belong to the men and women who were butchered to create me. I... I would like them, but I don't know if I should have them. Maybe I'll just visit the library when I'm off duty and see if I can find any information there. The fact that I'm even thinking about this bothers me more than it should, it means I'm failing in my duties." </span>She looked to the door and shook her head.<span style="color: darkred">"The priest who was supposed to escort her told me everything... and so much more. The price of his failure was great, but he'll be back to work within a few days, though temoprarily." </span>Her grip tightened on her blade momentarily.<span style="color: darkred">"Vyre isn't to be buried on the earth. Her home is in the sea, she'll be cast off and the boat lit ablaze." </span>The construct paused for a moment then nodded to Tyrande.<span style="color: darkred">"I'm sorry to bother you with my pointless thoughts, you have more important things to worry about. I'll remain silent and do my job." </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>