<span style="color: #666600">"And if you care about me then you'll care about my home too. I would die for my family and even if you don't like it I expect you to respect that."</span>The'kal's form shifted and shimmered as it was repaired.<span style="color: #666600"> "You're smiling. I guess those mortals were right after all, you just needed to find something or someone to care for." </span>The only response Order got was a threatening snarl from Elerona. Her anger faded instantly when Susan was healed and while it started to flare again when the priestess passed out she nodded to Order.<span style="color: #5900b3">"Th-thank you, then... mother." </span>She cuddled her mate against her chest then carried her through a portal home. "You stuck me like a pig!"<span style="color: #a64dff">"You FUCKED my mother!"</span>"You sucked Ashia's dick!" "<span style="color: #a64dff">You fucked a Naga! That wasn't me!"</span>"Dragon whore!"<span style="color: #a64dff">"Gnome fucker!" </span>Soon the sounds of metal, magic, and shattering furniture rang throughout the house. Even in her wounded state The'kal began to giggle hysterically.<span style="color: #666600">"Those two. I've never seen two people love each other so much but never be able to become a partnership. Let them have their fun, they'll throw each other through walls, scream, and stab, but at their core they're two young lovers who know they can never have each other. Ras has a family and Sharindia. Vyre has thousands of years of torture and emotional baggage and pets to care for."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>