<span style="color: #5900b3">“Well given current events you’ll have a much easier time getting me to settle down and accept those cuddles.”</span>She shrugged and looked back at Ashia.<span style="color: #5900b3">“Chiren is too small and fragile to play with Belith and the others. That’s why she latches on to us so tightly, she wants that kind of interaction but safely. But Belith is a problem on her own, she’s too strong and wild compared to the Whites and Red who are relatively normal.”</span><br/><br/>Ras listened to Tyrande and sat his tea down. “You remind me a lot of my ex-wife. She always saw the worst in people and never forgave any form of insult.  I will talk to Order on your behalf, perhaps I can convince her to leave you in peace on the condition that I check on you regularly.” He sighed softly and offered Tyrande a small, though she would recognize the pain in it. “Ibara is… a work in progress. One I’ve been dedicating my entirety to at great expense to my own well-being. Her mother is a raging cunt on the best of days but I smile and accept the abuse because it’s all for Ibara.” “Why don’t you just leave Ibara and her mother then?” “If there’s anything I’ve learned from meeting other Timelost Ras and our offspring it’s that no matter the timeline, we never abandon those we care about. Even if it may be for the best of everyone involved. Tyrande, if Ras wanted to make sure you were alive he could have come himself. He could have watched you from the comfort of his living room. I’m not defending him but it wouldn’t make sense for him to ask me to do this if he just wanted to know you were alive.”<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>