<span style="color: purple">"I needed to talk to you before you and your Elf left, I can rest later."</span>Vyre was all too happy to accept his help going back to her room and closed her eyes.<span style="color: purple"> "I'm not a warrior anymore, I care for the weak, the dumb, the incompetent, or in Ibara's case the lonely. My failure to rescue my daughter only made that obvious, sure we both got out alive but I couldn't even defend myself against creatures I once considered training fodder." </span>She shook her head and let out a quiet hiss of pain.<span style="color: purple">"If you weren't a male Naga I probably wouldn't be talking to you in the first place. I'm not going to argue, just because I'm ancient doesn't mean I won't accept the help from a man every once in a while." </span>As she laid back down on her bed she looked over at Ophidian.<span style="color: purple">"In a few years time, when I've recovered completely, I'd like to sire my next child and you may consider that your reward for saving my life, the highest honor I can give." </span>She was silent for a minutes and folded her arms.<span style="color: purple">"I recognize your markings now, my brother had the exact same... so you must be, no... I'm probably just delusional from the stress and tired."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>