<span style="color: #660000">“But you want me to beg even if you don’t say it. You tell me not to do something, but then your body and scent tells me to do something else.” </span>She listened to Tyrande and her casual clothes formed around her.<span style="color: #660000">“I don’t understand. If you want those things just say so and make yourself happy. Don’t confuse me by demanding one thing and acting another. I’m slow and get confused easily. I told you that I’ll do anything you want as long as I’m with you.”</span>She slowly stood up and nodded.<span style="color: #660000">“Yeah, sure. Let me just walk back to the city and drink the blood of another mortal, I’m sure they’d be fine with that. I’m yours and nobody else will touch me. Your friend, your lover, your property… I don’t know what I am but I’m here and I’m not leaving. So deal with it, you already put a ring on my finger so as far as I’m concerned I’m your mate for life. You could put me in a dress and walk me down the aisle as your wife. And I would be the happiest woman alive.”</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #a64dff">“Did you really need to go through such extremes to let Rayne see her daughter? Teleporting mortals around is child’s play. Especially powerless ones like Rayne. I really need to talk to my mother again… I… it’s very difficult to have a conversation with her about anything.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>