Crimzon watched Tyrande's demonstration and nodded, a small glimmer of hope in her eyes. Tyrande would find that it would take a considerable amount of power to lift the Sentinel who was far heavier than she appeared. With the enchantment in place she tentatively stepped out of her hole in the sand and looked down at her feet then to the ocean.<span style="color: #660000"> "I hope I don't get swept out to sea, I... I need to stand on solid ground to make my portals."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #b30000">"Yes love, but Animus has been working on ways to send them back. They've even had a few successes reported now."</span>She stuck her tongue out at Morah and nodded.<span style="color: #b30000">"Hey, you can't blame me for trying. I've got your sexy ass in a swim suit and I'm always horny."</span><br/><br/>Even when Ophidian entered the room the servant didn't seem to notice him until he gave Zelina a kiss, at which point she bowed her head to him. "The Matron sends her regards, Ophidian. And she hopes she can meet you in person one day. Zelina, I was raised to never ask for help because that puts you in debt to someone else... I want to be healed but I would never be able to repay you. It is why I serve the Matron. Zelina... She... I fell in love with her, her beauty and kindness. I wanted to be with her so badly that I asked the Matron for help."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>