Leena looked down at their hands and then at Nyarien.<span style="color: #ff0000">"then you have to ask Elune for what she offered... im forty years old, i could die in as little as ten years and... aging, it already starting to set in."</span>she raised her other hand to her face and it glowed for a second, a layer of magic falling away revealing deep wrinkles and a deep scar on her lleft cheek that could not have been from combat, it was too perfect.<span style="color: #ff0000">"this is what i really look like... and i hate it."</span>she rubbed the scar before she hid it again.<br/><br/>Elune frowned and shook her head.<span style="color: #5900b3">"and what if Nyarien had not wanted Leena back? would you have really forced your friend to live in that kind of misery?"</span>Elune raised one brow as she thought before she shook her head.<span style="color: #5900b3">"that only works because they arent together, long term proximity will glitch out that particular power, the soul will try to pull itself back together. what i could do is what The'kal does... i could create a Gnome body identical in every detail to Amere's old one and make it so she can swap between them at will."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>