"She won't, she's more stubborn than your mother and I combine and far more hostile towards anyway who tells her otherwise. She's going to kill Jim, and she's going to become even more deranged, and she's going to end up dying somewhere alone in the Plaguelands and becoming the very thing she hates the most." He nodded in agreement and summoned her blanket to wrap her up and snuggled her against his chest. "Yes it is, imagine trying to fight in this cold while wearing bulky plate armor against creatures that are used to it."<br/><br/>Nyaka licked her lips and crawled in between Jenjayah's legs with a grin.<span style="color: DarkOrange">"I'll be more than happy to, just try not to tug on my ears too hard. Most Elves seem to make a big deal about them being touched and I'd rather you not kill the mood."</span>She inhaled her sister's scent deeply then smirked up at her sister.<span style="color: DarkOrange">"Your scent isn't as... enticing as it used to be, but maybe you just need to bathe more often. Something I'd happily help with."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>