<span style="color: #404040">"i do not believe you when you say you don't make mistakes and i don't want to find out you do with people under my protection damn it! begone!" </span>Frank was looking at Ashia who was either on the verge of panic or flying into a rage from the smoke pouring from her nose and the way she was shaking around Anna. he glanced at Empress and nodded before he took a deep breath.<span style="color: #4dffa6"> "i really do appreciate your help and the care you have taken with my health but i think you should go before Ashia has a panic attack. it's not pretty when its a mortal and the idea of her hyperventilating fire sounds like a horror show none of us mortals will survive."</span>he shook his head, ignoring the joke as he watched Ashia like she were going to explode.<br/><br/><span style="color: #ff99cc">"even that is wildly opposed to how people usually describe me... i was once described as a Harpy, mixed with a basilisk and birthed by a pit of damnation just before every bone in the man's body shattered at the same moment. to be fair his wife paid me for the curse after he had sacrificed their third daughter in a row to... to... i forget which bloody god it was. i am unqualified to help you be a better person, in fact i am barely qualified to heal your body but i seem to be doing you some good, your color has definitely improved despite the silver veins, that must be your power returning." </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>