<span style="color: #ffff00">"no, i would do that myself, she is my child. i hope that she will be okay but i am not counting on it." </span><br/><br/>when Sylavandra had first arrived Ibara had been a physical wreck. she was starved to the point of looking gaunt and the light in her eyes had begun to dim. she had begun to stink from neglect and alcohol. her hair hadn't been washed or brushed in at least a week and even her clothes had begun to go ripe since Ibara had fired all of her servants. now Ibara was freshly bathed, her hair was brushed to a beautiful shine and allowed to hang free, her health had returned and she was filling back out nicely and the light in her eyes was strong once more. Sylavandra looked up at the Animus and glared, she hadn't seen the machine since the catastrophe of Alex's letters so the Blood Elf watched her like the Animus were a rabid idiot. she scoffed and shook her head when the Animus spoke.<span style="color: #ff4d4d">"why am i not surprised the Troll bailed on his promises? be quick about it and get out machine, we wouldn't want you ruining weeks of effort with your incompetence."</span>she pulled the tray over to distribute while Ibara glanced at Animus but said nothing.<span style="color: #ff4d4d">"you may be qualified to deliver food but that is about the extent of your capabilities so begone before you have another delusion about helping a real person again."</span>Sylavandra looked up at Animus with a glare.<span style="color: #ff4d4d"> "and if you fuck Vincent over i will ruin you, is that understood you worthless mechanical goat?" </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>