<span style="color: #660000">"If you think it would work I would very much like to try it. I miss the feel of the water on my skin." </span>She stood up and offered Tyrande a hand up.<br/><br/><span style="color: #b30000">"Nope. It's definitely going to happen even if I have to get the Animus to bring me another you from another timeline."</span>She stuck her tongue out to show she was joking and rested her head on her arms.<span style="color: #b30000">"Nope, I think that's a lie. Why don't you come over here and defend your claim?"</span><br/><br/>"It's not my choice. I serve the Matron because I would starve otherwise. She wants us to make direct contact with everyone we're instructed to talk to. She doesn't trust middlemen anymore." She looked around the house in wonder and took a seat in the kitchen. "It's not fear. She saved my life long, long ago and... The scars don't bother me anymore, the pain is long gone, the person who did this is long dead. Most of my fingers still work."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>