<span style="color: red">"Of course you don't care, nobody cares, not even Ibara. Everyone hates my mother for what she does or doesn't do but nobody has stopped to ask why she does those things. Maybe this 'secret information' can shed some more light on it." </span>With a heavy, almost exaggerated, sigh she sat down her work and moved over to the bed where she pulled Leena into her arms and hugged her tight. As usual Nyarien's face seemed practically made out of stone when it came to showing any kinds of emotions, even as she coiled around Leena and buried her face in the mage's hair.<span style="color: red"> "Yes, yes, you can have my tail. Do what you need to do but I still want you to get checked out, I don't need you going and bleeding to death on me."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: darkgreen">"You think Ophidian and I would have really let you hurt her? But why don't we go upstairs and check on them, Syrenka may be awake too and I'm sure Ophidian will have something you can use for your head." </span>He helped her sit up a bit and smiled.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>