<span style="color: #ff4d4d">“I understand.”</span>He finished his tea and smiled at his mother.<span style="color: #ff4d4d">“I would be happy to learn from you, but I think I would like to ask Order to heal me to normal life and then I’d like to find some way to use my powers for good. That Timelost version of Father was quite impressive and looked like a paladin.”</span><br/><br/>“I dunno, I think I have a very special dessert for you if you agree it was your fault. I’m just a simple man who likes to cook for his friends, I was entirely out of my depth and left unsupervised.” Nyarien growled at Leena and returned to her seat with a huff.<span style="color: #b30000"> “It’s only because Order wouldn’t let me stab him. Leave my mother alone, the best way to get revenge on her is to just be happy and live your life forgetting she exists. And he’s right, she loves hot food and those are most definitely her creation, but she used those for a sauce. She didn’t eat them whole.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>