<span style="color: #b3b300">"the only way i would lose a lung is from an injury or advanced cancer. how could you make something terrible with me standing right there to help you?" </span><br/><br/>Ashia shook her head and squeezed Vyre.<span style="color: #404040">"never, i hate fighting with you."</span>she grinned a little and shook her head.<span style="color: #404040"> "wrong again my dear, i am just being honest with you."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>