Crimzon stood unmoving but ever vigilant for threats a safe distance away from her meditating lover. When Crimzon detected the intruder her blade appeared and she readied herself to strike them down. Before the Satyr could get close she would feel warmth splash up on leg as if she had stepped in a warm puddle, but when she tried to lift her hoof she would find herself standing in a pool of blood with a hand holding her hoof. Crimzon slowly approached the bound woman and looked down at her.<span style="color: #660000">“Who are you?”</span>She looked at her blade and it floated free of her hand then returned to continue to guard Tyrande.<span style="color: #660000"> “I know you are the caretaker of the Moonwell I am currently guarding, but I know not what you are or why you act. I will have you tell me before you are set free.”</span><br/><br/>Ana nodded and slowly moved closer to Rachel and leaned into her arms.<span style="color: #ffcc99">“I know… and it makes me happy to hear that.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>