<span style="color: #a64dff">"It wouldn't, other than getting fucked in the ass it would be quite fun. But such powers have made me high dependent on being in or near my armor as Ashia knows, she's trying to keep me out of it but it makes me feel very uneasy. My armor is like my own skin." </span>She smiled a little and nodded.<span style="color: #a64dff"> "Order will have to be protecting you for the final months of your pregnancy and afterward, but I know it'll be fine I'm excited to see how much hotter you get when I see you walking around round with my child. We may never leave the house."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #666600">"I've wanted to kill myself more times than I care to remember, threats against my life don't really hold any meaning." </span>The'kal planted gears on the couch and when Melody appeared she dropped to her knees before her with her forehead to the ground.<span style="color: #666600">"I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything... I'm sorry for the burdens you were forced to bear, I'm sorry for leaning on you when you had problems of your own, I'm sorry for snapping at you, I'm sorry for wanting you to be my friend but being a shitty one myself. I'm sorry, Melody. If you would allow it I would like to make it up to you. Not to repay you for helping me, but for accepting your help and treating you as poorly as I did."</span><br/><br/>Years of abuse and hiding her true feelings had made Delithia quite adept at handling her alcohol has evidenced by the several bottles of wine and empty glasses littering the house but no signs of vomit anywhere. The priestess had boths hand on a bottle of wine and was using her teeth to pull at the cork but she was far too drunk to manage. When she was shaken she jammed the bottle into her gums with a hiss of pain.<span style="color: #4d4dff">"Why isss... your voice so damn loud? Be quiet!"</span>She opened one eye and squinted up at Order before her fermented brain recognized who she was looking at.<span style="color: #4d4dff">"You're... up sooner than I expected... They made it sound like you would... well thisss is awkward." </span>She laughed and reached up for Order to take her, obviously too drunk to even sit up.<span style="color: #4d4dff"> "Bitch. Sccaring me like that. What... in Elune's fat asss were you thinking...?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>