Amere's body was showing all the tension and stress one would expect from a pregnant Troll suffering from neglect, almost every muscle swollen and stiff.<span style="color: #ff4dff"> "oh no... i am enjoying this, not getting worked up having a serious discussion."</span><br/><br/>Anna sighed softly when she realized Vyre's condition but she nodded and got up to go make coffee.<span style="color: #4da6ff">"of course Mistress."</span>Vyre would hear shuffling and rocks being kicked before Ashia opened the door and looked at Vyre.<span style="color: #404040">"I'm sorry... please don't be mad i couldn't take you being mad at me right now... i meant to be here with you." </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>