<span style="color: #ff4d4d">“Alright, good. This is all I have from my timeline and it means a lot to me. Sort of.” </span>He looked at the shards and sighed softly, “<span style="color: #ff4d4d">Father always told I have to use my powers to protect those I care about. And dying in defense of my family is the best way to die. The others aren’t after you, but there are a few who wanted to meet you. You and Father seemed to have had many children across the timelines. I’ve been keeping them at bay and that cow bastard just showed up and refused to leave when I told him to.”</span><br/><br/>“Thank you for your kind words. I tried to make it as cozy and functional as possible. Which is much harder to do than you would believe, even with these powers.” He shook his head and smiled at her. “Nonsense, you are Jasmine’s sister. This home is your home too. You and Nyarien are free to come and go as you please if you ever want to get away from the sun for a little while. And it’s probably better you came here instead, less chance of the public seeing the High Priestesses gathering here.” He shrugged and poured them glasses of wine. “I’d gladly join you three, but if you just want to have a girl’s night I don’t mind. I just took Ibara and her mother their food so I’m free all night.”<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>