Vyre looked back at her mother while Ras matched Sharindia's confusion.<span style="color: #a64dff">"You're a tricky mage... And you've proven to be mentally unwell. Nothing you say or show me is true. You're trying to use me for your own ends. Sister showed me that, she always protected me and took care of me. Ashzy always bathed me and fed me when I would wake up from those infirmary beds."</span>"Order, I'm sorry to bother you but I need your help. My family needs your help." Vyre rested her head against Sharindia and closed her eyes.<span style="color: #a64dff">"I wish you were my mother though, you feel so warm and smell like me... Ashzy's mother would never touch me, I wasn't allowed to be hugged by anyone but my sister and her father's friends if they had lots of money." </span>She snuggled against her mother and took a handful of Sharindia's hair then smelled it.<span style="color: #a64dff">"Yeah... I think you would have been a good mother for me."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>