<span style="color: #4d4dff">“You’re the one making a beast of burden sound like some complicated thing to deal with. I’m sure it’ll be fine.” </span>She put Chiren into her basket which then turned into a stroller. With a wave of her hand the sausage mess was cleaned and she stood up.<span style="color: #4d4dff">“Ready to leave when you are. </span><span style="color: #9999ff">“Poppa Frank going to show Chi-chi a cow now?” </span>Emily nudged the stroller over to Frank and smiled. “<span style="color: #4d4dff">Why don’t you push her? It steers from the front wheels so be careful not to trip.”</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #b30000">“You know I trust you to make decisions like that. Recall them and put them on rest, let them know that we’re no longer searching for Tyrande.” </span>She smiled a little and shook her head.<span style="color: #b30000"> “Your foot will be in the way if she tries to slam it shut again. And I’m a fair bit stronger than she is, she won’t be shutting the door in my face today. We are either going to resolve this or I will simply remove her involvement from the workings of this city. I don’t need her.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>