<span style="color: #404040">"that might not be a bad idea, at least enough to get you through the pregnancy without all of this added pain would be good. you, Ana and my children have to come before my hunger, besides the last time i tried to eat i only threw up."</span><span style="color: #a64dff">"you threw up because you thought Vyre was dead, she isn't and you should be fine, go while you can still hunt. the only way to avoid pissing you off is to give up trying to help you which is not an option. besides, would you rather be pissed at me or sweet little Ana? i can take the heat, she can't."</span>Inaara walked over to the cupboard and pulled out a piece of smoked meat to chew on and leaned against the stove. Ashia helped Vyre back to her seat before she sighed and nodded.<span style="color: #404040">"fine, it won't take me long."</span>she leaned down to kiss Vyre deeply and looked into her eyes as she cupped the Elf's cheek.<span style="color: #404040">"i love you so much."</span>she tried to smile but it was obviously forced and the pain ruined it but she did try before she vanished. Ana nodded and slowly moved the hatchling to her lap to lay her there so she could eat.<span style="color: #a64dff">"Frank is pissed at me, Emily and Ashia, i doubt he is going to do any of us any favors."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>