<span style="color: #4d4dff">"You were pretty straightforward about it too, but the delivery wasn't the issue. It's hearing... All of this that's making my head hurt. And my chest hurt."</span>A quick scan would reveal the priestess having a mild and harmless anxiety attack as she laid her head down on the table.<span style="color: #ffa64d">"I don't care about what mortals think. She's not bothered by it and these muscles are fascinating. Leave me be." </span><span style="color: #ffff4d">"Mother, have you truly forgotten Chaos' nature? You could never judge her when she's under duress, she agrees and takes fault for anything."</span><span style="color: #ffa64d">"I can do it now, I just don't see a rush. You aren't likely to believe me anyways." </span>Justice looked at his mate then at his mother<span style="color: #ffff4d">. "We will discuss this in private later. I'm not mad at you and I'm not placing any judgement on you so don't stress. Give your mate a hug and take a deep breath."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>