"That's not a problem, there's an infinite amount of Sharindia's out there, she just needs one to vent on for a while. I think you can find one that isn't pregnant and throw it to the wolves, or Nyaka as the case may be."<span style="color: darkorange">"I don't give a shit what you object to, this isn't about you, it's about Ras. I think he'd enjoy watching us wrestle in the mud, and I think it'd be fun to take you down a peg. I'm tired of your holier-than-thou Highborne bullshit, dragging you through the mud would do wonders in making me hate you less." </span>Ras rubbed his chin in thought and looked down at Nyaka. "Nothing is going to get resolved here, there's too much tension between you two for words to do anything. Sharindia doesn't want to fight, Nyaka is still holding a grudge from when we were children... Sharindia, I want you to hug Nyaka and apologize for everything. I'm curious about something."<span style="color: darkorange">"Keep your mare away from me, Ras, I'll put my foot through her gut."</span>"Will you?" A blade appeared in Ras' hand which he handed to Nyaka. "Here, this'll go through my mother's protection. Sharindia, do it."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>