<span style="color: #ff0000">"I'm sure she'll be fine, and if you're sitting around worrying about her she'll only get worse. I'm almost certainly positive that's how it works." </span>She nodded and filled out a contact card.<span style="color: #ff0000"> "Understandable, it's not every day a Draenei and a Tauren walk into a Night Elven clothier's shop. Here's my information, if you can't contact me I work at The Temple so you can leave packages or notes for me there should you need either of us to try on your work."</span>After giving the shop keep a nod she took Morah's hand and smiled to her lover.<span style="color: #ff0000"> "How about we go to Thunder Bluff and get you a few robes to put on for the time being? Night Elven stitching is best we'll get outside of Silvermoon, but we need to get you dressed in something now."</span><br/><br/>"That hurts a little, Nyaka is nearly my sister and you're her...are you the mate and Sarevess the wife? I know there was a ring between those two but... it doesn't matter. I see you as family." He shrugged a bit and looked at the child curiously. "He's certainly different looking. You people aren't even remotely ready to be raising a child. This is going to be a disaster. Sharindia, I got a couple here who now have an infant with no idea how to care for it. Can you swing by and help them out?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>