<span style="color: #b30000">“He’s my only friend, he’ll be happy to help me no matter the hour. But if you say no I’ll leave it at that. No, I’ll ask my grandmother because she’s kind and trustworthy. My mother is a cruel bitch with no redeeming qualities.”</span>Nyarien nodded and pressed her cheek into Leena’s hand.<span style="color: #b30000">“Good. Make that proposal special because after you do it you’re stuck with me for the rest of your life.” </span><br/><br/>Rayne nodded and took mental notes of the items Eliza gathered but she looked noticeably less enthused after everything had been gathered and rang up.<span style="color: #a64dff">“I really didn’t need all this… Oh well.”</span>She leaned down and put her face close to Eliza’s.<span style="color: #a64dff"> “You wouldn’t be taking advantage of me not knowing any better, would you?” </span>While not threatening, being so close would let Eliza get a good look at Rayne’s fangs.<span style="color: #a64dff">“I do hope I hear from you tonight.”</span>The Elf stood back up and pat the Seraphim on the head.<span style="color: #a64dff">“I’ll be in my way. I’ll thank you for all your help once I have a chance to see if you actually did help me.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>