Saravess leaned into the hug and shook her head.<span style="color: #00ffff">"not really, but it stopped getting worse so that's a good sign."</span><br/><br/>Morah shook her head a little and grimaced before she looked at Nalo.<span style="color: #ffa64d">"are you keeping any other secrets that i should know about?"</span><br/><br/>Tyrande chuckled a little darkly and turned to face Crimzon.<span style="color: #5900b3">"and that is different from me how? i eat food, my body takes out the things it can use and i shit the rest out, you know that. at least you use the waste for something so can you even call it waste? your young Crimzon, you will become more comfortable with your existence over time."</span>she looked at the bottle and shook her head with a bitter smirk.<span style="color: #5900b3">"i doubt it, i have been drinking for over ten thousand years, i have quite a bit of tolerance... and i have been drinking more then is healthy for about a hundred years now, and even more since the Orcs murdered Cenarius." </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>