<span style="color: #b35900">"I think she will be okay, maybe a little frightened but she will trust you." </span><span style="color: #336600">"How do you know so much about her?" </span><span style="color: #b35900">"All harpies are like her. They are slow to love and trust, but when they do it is unshakable."<br/>
</span><br/><span style="color: #000000">The elven Vyre was sitting beside a sleeping Anna in bed while reading when they appeared and looked between her mother and clone before putting her book down with a soft sigh. </span><span style="color: #5900b3">"That's one hell of an accident. She barely even looks like me. Is she younger?" </span><span style="color: #000000">She blinked out of the bed and looked her clone over who stared at her in wonder. </span><span style="color: #5900b3">"Do I want to know what lead to this?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>