Ziah nodded solemnly, though she looked a bit sad to do so. "You know," she finally said, briefly glancing back into the mirror and whispering 'normal boobs' before turning fully to the clay woman. "The Tinders... probably aren't coming back. You don't have to be bound here if you want to leave."<br/><br/>She had no idea what she was doing, but the creature looked... miserable, in her way. Lonely in a way the tiefling could sympathize with. "I don't think whatever contract you had extends past their extinction. There's no such thing as Tinders anymore."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>