Ophidian shrugged a little as he ate.<span style="color: #006600"> "i think she is nervous that she will go too far and we won't want her around anymore. hopefully one day she will feel comfortable enough with us to feel like she can openly discuss all of her desires... telling her she can talk about it can only go so far, the rest takes time."</span><br/><br/>Ibara crying was becoming more frequent though he usually just ended up smelling the tears drying on Sylavandra since she never did it around meal times.<span style="color: #ff4d4d">"then why does he need an assistant?"</span>she frowned as she listened while Ibara groaned.<span style="color: #b35900">"mother, assistants come in many varieties. Vincent assisted you with your disabilities before you were healed but i had two assistants that helped me with my work." <span style="color: #ff4d4d">"those are servants dear."</span> "servants cook, clean and serve meals. assistants help with much more complicated work and get paid more."</span>Sylavandra looked at Ibara and then frowned and stepped closer to look Louise over.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>