<span style="color: darkgreen">"If she wasn't taking care of that poor Draenei I'd consider her a waste of space, but nobody is perfect." </span>Arlokk shook his head a bit and let out a low sigh.<span style="color: darkgreen">"I'm really not looking forward to going back to the temple and dealing with Crimzon and my broken shoulder. She'd never intentionally harm me but she's growing... affectionate, I guess would be the best way to describe it. And you can definitely tell she was created from a dozen different sentinels, talk about a mixed bag of personalities."</span><br/><br/>As Zelina was left feeling stronger than ever from Aellith's pure blood, the larger succubus was all but dead as the black streaks had returned and covered her entire body. However both of her parents were now in the room with her mother sitting beside her lifeless daughter's body and carefully pouring a thick red fluid down her throat.<span style="color: darkred">"You know, I feel like I should scold all three of you for this but the looks of concern warm my hearts." </span>The mother, even shorter than Zelina and with far less curves finally finished pouring what seemed like a gallon of the mystery fluid into her daughter then moved to stand up.<span style="color: darkred"> "You might want to break your link to her, it's not going to be pretty."</span>She only half nodded to Susan then returned to her husband's side.<span style="color: darkred"> "Give her eh... twenty or so minutes and she should be back on her feet."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>