<span style="color: #b30000">“Yes, my love. I’m sorry.” </span>She smirked and shook her head.<span style="color: #b30000"> “That tail will not touch this body. This body is for his children and for you to cuddle with. And have as much sex as you want with. If you want to play with your tail you’ll have to work hard to convince me to use it.”</span><br/><br/>Rayne thought for a moment and nodded.<span style="color: #a64dff"> “I want to see Isabell for a few minutes, if that’s possible. I want to tell her something. Tomorrow we have my singing appointment and after that I’m more or less free, correct? I invited Eliza over to uh, for a little study session of sorts.”</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #ff0080">“I’ll hit you with my good hand if you try apologizing to me over this. Your lover and mate may be dying in your arms and you’re worried. If you weren’t freaking out about this I’d be upset and questioning your love for my little sister. I’m worried too, if it helps any.” </span>She sat down next to Order and leaned against her.<span style="color: #ff0080">“I’m not going to try anything to jeopardize the priestess by upsetting you. I will support my sister to the best of my ability.” </span>As the two sat together Order would sense the faintest of brain activity start to spark in her priestess, a sign she wasn't dead yet and following the same signs showed by the Sentinel who now lay in a restless sleep.<span style="color: #ff0080">“I know it’s early but do you care for a drink? I’ve got one keg left of some stuff from Pandaria and I think you need it.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>