Despite Tyrande’s reassurances Crimzon was still in bodyguard mode and watched Zelina’s every moment. When the priestess kissed her she slowly relaxed and returned it after just a moment.<span style="color: #660000">“We will see what those six months bring before I thank you.”</span>The hostility was gone, replaced by a simple coldness of an emotionless woman as if conducting a business exchange. When Zelina left her mind she rubbed her forehead softly and looked over at Tyrande to let her speak.<span style="color: #660000">“Demons feed on sexual energy, don’t they? Let us return to our bath then, the demon can watch.”</span>While inside her head she was thankless and cold, she seemed to be more personable and almost smiled a little to Tyrande.<br/><br/>Ras waved it off and nodded. “Right, right. Maybe we’ll adopt the Elves then. They would… still be half succubus and Eternal. On second thought, let’s not have another Karren and Karrie. I learned my lesson from the first set.” He kissed her neck softly and nodded again. “Of course not, but I think if I can get away from my tormentors for a little while I’d like to visit my nephew. Maybe Ophidian’s family too.”<br/><br/>Crimzon’s spear had drained every drop of fluid from Elerona’s mortal shell but the Eternal had no attempt to dislodge herself.<span style="color: #a64dff">“Zelina has power over me though, and I was being an asshole. So I figured I’d just wait here for them to do whatever and she’d come get me when she was ready to go.” </span>She repaired her body when she was freed and looked up at her mother.<span style="color: #a64dff"> “I’ve been awful to you for far longer than two weeks. You don’t need to apologize for finally being fed up with me.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>