Rayne glared at him when he complimented her but her expression slowly softened.<span style="color: #660066">“I don’t want to believe you, nobody has ever said anything nice about me. But... thank you, it feels nice to be complimented.” </span>She nodded and let out a soft sigh.<span style="color: #660066">“I will sing because it brings your people pleasure, but I don’t know what else I could possibly ask for that I couldn’t make for myself with the proper tools.”</span><br/><br/>As Leena went into detail about her night with Ophidian she would feel Nyarien’s tail and arms hold her tighter. A clear sign of jealousy and possessiveness.<span style="color: #ff0000">“I have no intention on ever being an Elf again. I don’t want those memories back. And they’ve left me in a far worse mood than anything Ophidian said or did. I’ll take your word for it, my love. Unless he makes the first move he won’t be entering me.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>