<span style="color: #ffff00">"i don't ask that you trust me much, just a little so i can get you all cleaned up."</span>she grinned faintly but kept at the task at hand, applying more of the special feather shampoo as needed and she worked back and fourth, scrubbing what she could off and then letting it soak while she washed somewhere else.<span style="color: #ffff00"> "i think you will be beautiful once i get all this gunk off you."</span><br/><br/>Ophidian looked down at Syrenka and nodded a little.<span style="color: #00b300">"your right, and i don't need the excuse to get violent anymore then she will."</span>he looked at Kitori and shook his head.<span style="color: #00b300"> "i don't expect any populace to ever respect me for what i do. i have lived my whole life hoping i can be useful enough that i don't wake up some night and my home is on fire and i am barricaded in." </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>