<span style="color: #404040">"i already have to keep mine out of trouble and one is backtalking me on top of it. even if our child does revert to disguise he or she will be up on their feet and playing within days, it just takes a bit longer to learn how to balance without wings and a tail."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #b35900">"but it is. look at yourself, when you came in here you were in a good mood and you thought to have a pleasant conversation and my foul demeanor has you on the verge of frustrated tears and asking my mother, who hates you and you hate, for help... seeing me will only hurt him and he is a child, do the right thing and keep him away from me."</span>she nodded and slowly looked into the fireplace.<span style="color: #b35900">"i barely let my mother hold me... and even if i wanted to be held i can't stand being held by you. i know you're not him and i can handle you looking like him and sounding like him but when you hold me you smell like him and my blood boils and i want to scream until our ears bleed. there is nothing else anyone can do to help me." </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>