The priestess remained quiet as she listened and provided no resistance to being moved.<span style="color: red">"I have been on your roof since I arrived, I know nothing about any interactions between your goddess and mine, nor do I have anything to do with it. If you're mate dies it's because she let her emotions run wild and started a fight with someone she had no chance of ever defeating. You can blame none but her." </span>The priestess looked over Kitori's broken form then back to Ophidian.<span style="color: red"> "I can't heal her if you don't give me permission. She's an Elf, I can't act on my own will. And if you don't give me permission I'll be leaving, I need to bring Vyre back to the temple and sedate her. She's clearly proven herself... unfit for a mortal life."</span><br/><br/>Karren looked at all the work they had done and nodded in agreement.<span style="color: orange"> "Yeah, I guess they can get some rest. But if I start to get hungry again those two are going back at it, I want my harpy lust fix." </span>She looked at the orange in her hands and let out a sigh before putting it back.<span style="color: orange">"As nice and convenient as feeding off of lust is, I miss being able to enjoy warm meals and fresh-picked fruits and vegetables. As much as I love Mistress, if I ever found a way to be a normal human again, even at the cost of my powers, I don't think I'd hesitate for a second."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>