Kitori nodded and smiled down at Syrenka. After kissing her daughter's forehead she adjust the child so she would be able to rest comfortably against her bust.<span style="color: DarkRed"> "I think here would work best." </span>The Dwarf tapped her foot as she waited for Kitori then moved to take the proper measurements.<span style="color: DarkSlateGray"> "Any lower an' she could probably feed the babe and work at the same time. Dun' see much point in that though."</span>Once she was done she poked Syrenka's belly again and moved away before she could be poked back.<br/><br/>Jim shrugged and wrapped one arm around the sleeping priestess. "I guess you have a point." He looked down at her face curiously and brushed away a strand of stray hair. "You know, I don't think I've ever been this close to a Draenei before. I've stared at enough of their butts from afar but never their face, they're kind of cute if you can draw your eyes away from their body." He looked up at Britomart and shook his head. "Try not to hurt anyone, nobody here wants to be here, everyone is on edge, and the Dwarf out there is sober. Or at least was, he's already going to report you when he gets back to Stormwind, don't give him anymore ammunition against you. I'd rather not have to talk to you from the other side of a cell."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>