Karren didn't seem to care in the slightest that was getting no milk, quite happy to just hang on Whisperia's breast and suckle on her nipple.<span style="color: darkgreen"> "Alright, while you two are gone I'll look for it or have Kuro do it while I take care of something things around town. Tyrande'll need to know that we'll be leaving soon and I've made a few friends in the temple I'd like to speak with as well."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: red">"I haven't been around her long enough, so no I haven't figured it out. She pestered me with questions when I got dropped in the library and, with nothing better to do while my son slept, I humored her and joined her in bed."</span>The lack of care in Nyarien's expression was almost rivaling that of her mother's and she only seemed to grow more cold as Morah spoke to the point where it looked as though she'd turn and leave the mage where she lay.<span style="color: red">"Heal what you can, I can assure you she'll not be lucky to touch my tail again let alone have it inside her."</span>If the battle-maiden still cared for the mage's well being it was impossible to tell, her eyes slightly narrowed, expression cold, and tips of her fangs visible.<span style="color: red">"I have a son to raise, I don't have the time or interest in handing someone with problems like yours. Throwing you away like you've done to your past lovers seems like my best choice, aside from the convenience of having a mage at my command why should I continue to honor you with my time? I could very easily find another land dweller to coil around at night, one I wouldn't be ashamed of my son befriending, one that I know wouldn't try to bed him..."</span>Her voice lowered to a deadly hiss.<span style="color: red"> "Why, Leena, should I keep you instead of someone I could be proud to call mine?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>