“I’ll be honest, I had completely forgotten until I saw you react. She hasn’t been here in a long time. And it could be worse, at least she just thinks about sex and impregnating women.” Elerona tentatively hugged her mother and sighed.<span style="color: #5900b3">“You are wounded and suffering, you really don’t need to exert yourself so much.”</span>Ras sat the ale down and nodded. “Alright. If you want to be like that then that’s fine.” He returned to his seat and sipped his beer. After just a few seconds Order would have Delithia yelling at her. “Sahra isn’t incompetent, she’s broken. She’s been broken since she was a child when she developed her obsessive compulsive behavior after she thought she drove her parents to abandon her. Without Muse in her head to keep her alive she can’t function.” Delithia called for Order again, this time sounding quite irritated with her mate. “You can spite me all you want but good luck explaining to Delithia why you’re choosing your petty vengeance over sparing a woman a cruel and painful death.”<span style="color: #5900b3">“How about you two stop being assholes? Inaara, go do what you need to do. I’m giving you permission and if my mother wants to protest I’ll start poking her wounds.” </span>She looked at her mother and frowned.<span style="color: #5900b3">“Accept the ale from Ras and let them help Elune. You can hate him and spite him without hurting other people.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>