Jim nodded and left to get their drinks. When he returned he carried a tray well balanced on one hand with two bottles of ale, two classes of water, and a glass of juice. He offered Whisperia the juice with a smile and Britomart her water. "Water first and then the booze."<br/><br/><span style="color: #336600">"Could you just let her... live here and let her grow comfortable around you over time? I don't know how aggressive she is now but with your powers you should be able to keep her from hurting anyone or herself, right? If she's forced to just live here peacefully you might make some progress with her that way. Without Vyre's spawn torturing the humanity out of her." </span>He nodded as he listened and sighed sadly.<span style="color: #336600">"Well nobody in our family has any love for Destroyer, so you'll be safe here. Only Order seems to like him, and I think she only likes him because the idea of defending a murderer makes Ras angry."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>