Nyaka looked down at the bracelet and took it with a smile. “<span style="color: #59b300">Thank you, but I should still abstain. The last thing I need is for someone to get the wrong idea about me drinking while pregnant. But… maybe one glass wouldn’t be too bad? It’s not every day I’m invited to a wedding.” </span>She put the band on and waited for a few moments before reaching for a glass of wine<span style="color: #59b300">. “Zelina, compared to everything you’re going through it would be completely ridiculous for me to bother complaining about such trivial things.” </span>She sipped her wine and nodded.<span style="color: #59b300">“Yeah, I suppose you’re right.”</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #808080">“I wouldn’t be much of a paladin if I couldn’t be presentable in even the more debauched of company.” </span>He looked ahead and smiled.<span style="color: #808080"> “Vanessa came all the way out to visit me today. She wanted to apologize for what happened and assured me it would never happen again.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>