While Tyrande was smooth and at ease running through the forest, Crimzon was more like a battering ram. The much larger Sentinel was able to avoid the larger roots and branches but she crushed the smaller rocks and roots under her heavy feet.<span style="color: #660000">“You look and smell good, my love. I’m happy to be out running with you.”</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #a64dff">“No, those Timelost monsters tortured and abused my daughter. You cut off of a gangrenous limb to save her life, you did what you had to and they did what they wanted. Who is telling you how to do your job? Nobody is judging you or even questioning you. I’m sorry, Susan. I’m… I’m an awful mate, I’ve been insensitive, callous, and I don’t deserve you.” </span>She says down next to Susan and hugged her tight.<span style="color: #a64dff">“I’m not leaving. I’ll shut up but I’m not leaving. You need to be reminded of how much I love you.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>