<span style="color: #0080ff">"You..." </span>She inhaled and exhaled slowly.<span style="color: #0080ff"> "Thank you for the shoes."</span>Delithia looked down at Order's hand then up at her and offered her a small smile.<span style="color: #0080ff"> "I am upset, but it's not your fault. You've given me closure. I thought I was over it and had moved on, you showed me I just put a piece of cloth over the wound and told myself it was healed. You avenged my wife's killer, you freed the souls of countless innocents, and put my own sister's soul at rest. I said I would take care of you and help you, instead of you've been helping me. I guess this is why I teach children, I'm a pretty terrible adult." </span>She laughed softly and adjusted her robes as they neared a tiny village.<span style="color: #a6ff4d"> "Big sista be back, momma!" </span>A young Troll spotted them instantly and quickly ran over to jump into Delithia's arms, an act that knocked the priestess to the ground with a hard thud.<span style="color: #0080ff">"Tiki, you've gotten big. You can't do that anymore."</span>The young Troll laughed happily and helped the priestess up as her mother slowly made her way out of her hut. "Delfie, dear? Dat you?"<span style="color: #0080ff">"Yes, momma. I have news for you." </span>"Am I finally gonna be a gran'momma, ye waited' 'till I went blind so I couldn't judge ya man, didn't ya?" The priestess laughed quietly while Tiki walked circles around Order with a look of fascination. Delithia released the goddess' hand to hug the elder Troll.<span style="color: #0080ff"> "No, Momma, it's about... her. Um, Order. Can you wait here for a moment? I would like to discuss this in private."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>