Ras frowned and looked at Sharindia as Inaara spoke. “I’m beginning to think that I either knew less about your daughter than I thought or something really wrong has happened to her since she became an Elf again. As long as I’ve known Vyre she’s wanted children and a family of her own, and she’s never once referred to herself as a weapon or even jokingly insulted herself, she’s always been proud of who she is and borderline arrogant. It sounds like the woman you know now is scared, insecure, and lashing out.” He nodded and rubbed Sharindia’s back. “I’m very much aware of Vyre’s past with Ashia and The’kal. And I have the utmost sympathy for Ashia and what she’s suffered at the hands of The’kal and my own crazed cultists. Ashia is cursed too? I know there’s a curse on me that makes me hostile towards Order and Ashia… that would explain a lot.”<br/><br/><span style="color: #5900b3">“Good, and I will cherish them always.”</span>She hugged him tight and held him for a while.<span style="color: #5900b3"> “Alright, let’s go start our day. I’m feeling a little cramped in here and need to stretch my legs.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>