<span style="color: darkgreen">"I can only hope so, if she doesn't you can count on me dragging her ass out of here so we can eat in peace." </span>Karren looked up from her glass and shook her head.<span style="color: orange">"I'm never a good girl, but promise to make it worth my while when we get home and I'll be the perfect little princess or whatever you want me to be."</span><span style="color: darkgreen">"If you don't behave I'll be sure you never go out to eat with us again."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: blue">"And you didn't think to sent someone who could help either. Living with Blood Elves seems to get harder every day." </span>The acolyte let out a soft sigh and made his way out of the room with the other clinging to him tightly.<span style="color: blue"> "I'm going to drop her off at her quarters then head to the cafeteria for some food, when I'm done I'll head back to the infirm and get back to work." </span><span style="color: darkorange">"The dry skin is angry, sad too... am not producing milk though, what should I do? This pregnancy wasn't natural and my body isn't actually how it should. I fear mother is going to have the same problem when her child hatches, but she'll probably just smash the egg when she has the strength." </span>The more the Naga spoke the clearer her words became hinting that she may have spent a large amount of time silenced.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>