Ibara glared at him playfully and growled quietly.<span style="color: darkorange">"i am not adorable when i pout."</span>she nodded a little and leaned against him again.<span style="color: darkorange">"im in no real hurry."</span><br/><br/>Zelina frowned slightly and shook her head.<span style="color: darkred">"that doesnt make any sense, its too many different kinds of problem... usually they cant possibly be related..."</span>she rolled her eyes at Elerona and looked down at her daughter.<span style="color: darkred">"getting pissy with me wont help anything, giving me more information might."</span>she looked up at the demon with a raised brow before her expression darkened but it was the demoness who growled deeply.<span style="color: darkred">"excuse me? is there something wrong with me that im not good enough to love your daughter?"</span>the priestess looked at the infant before she shook her head and stood up.<span style="color: darkred">"you dont give me orders when it comes to MY daughter. and your not taking that one anywhere, we are going to figure this problem out and solve it, not get violent which is exactly what your tone makes me think your about to do."</span>her daughter tried to sit up and she growled again but she collapsed quickly and groaned.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>