<span style="color: #666600">"Your mate has no spine, mine has scales. Can you really argue with love? The answer, by the way, is no." </span>Jim smiled and nodded. "Of course I do, but I wouldn't have it any other way." He let Britomart speak and sighed quietly. "I guess we're going back to Outland then? Back to Outland then..."<span style="color: #666600">"You heard'em Order, send them back to their deaths. Nothing either us can do for them and I'm not willing to play with her memories to make her less needlessly suicidal."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #0080ff">"Disgusting? This?" </span>Loraine motioned to the round bump in her belly.<span style="color: #0080ff"> "The Draenei and I were living in a fucking sewer. That was disgusting. We were Stormwind's literal trash, starving to death or rotting away from decay because our home had been taken or burned down. We had nothing and our city didn't care for us. THAT is disgusting. Having a child in exchange for a home, food, safety, and health? Not at all of us are as fucking pampered as you!" </span>Vyre held up one hand and flicked Anna's nose.<span style="color: #8000ff">"Apologize. These women are here because they want to be, Ashia only takes women who want to be with her and who are healthy enough to be with her. I can't speak for the Draenei and fitting so many but if she got that many it's because she wanted them." </span>Loraine glared at Anna then nodded to Vyre.<span style="color: #0080ff">"The'kal healed us, gave us our health back. And in exchange we gave Ashia our bodies." </span>She rubbed her belly and smiled a little.<span style="color: #0080ff"> "And it was damn fun. I can't wait for the next time I'm with her."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>