Crimzon’s skin noticeably bristled as Tyrande shared her memories with her and and wrapped one arm around the priestess to hold her tight.<span style="color: #660000">“I will need time to process all of that… but I will, and it only makes me love you more that you would trust me with those memories.” </span>She pulled Tyrande into a soft kiss and gradually depended it.<span style="color: #660000">“And nobody will ever love you like I do.”</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #a64dff">“No, fuck them. They tortured my daughter and hid it from me. I would have asked you to help her… and Karren. Well I hope they choke on their suffering. Karrie will always be welcome in our home, all of my children will be welcome as long as they are peaceful and respectful.” </span>She nodded and carried Susan out to the living room.<span style="color: #a64dff"> “We did good last time. As long as mother continues to respond to me I will continue to work on improving my relationship with her.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>