<span style="color: #ff0000">"actually that sounds exactly like brain trauma... we had a chef for a while, he had taken a heavy blow to the head. he couldn't name the ingredients he was using, he couldn't tell you what he had done but he made good food every night. he couldn't name the salt but he sure knew how to use it. you didn't remember what happened but you remembered how it made you feel."</span>she shook her head with a faint frown.<span style="color: #ff0000">"that isn't an option, Jim has work and Whisperia has children to take care of."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #ff0000">"yes, you will find out and we will work through all this together."</span>she cooed softly and then nuzzled against Nyarien.<span style="color: #ff0000">"your son probably needs your attention... i have been taking care of him but i couldn't feed him." </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>