<span style="color: #5900b3">"i already have a team sorting it. they open all packages, they separate mail from children into a different bag... but there is no way to tell the difference between a heartfelt thank you from the mother of a child i save with my healing and the merciless hatred of a mother who lost her daughter under my rule." </span>she frowned a little and squirmed faintly.<span style="color: #5900b3">"the heart rate should slow when being comforted... so i dunno what is happening." </span><br/><br/>inside Morah finally appeared and she had a platter of her blueberry muffins and a happy smile.<span style="color: #ffa64d">"Nalo? i brought breakfast."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>