<span style="color: orange">"You don't scare me."</span>Kitori smiled and wrapped her free arm around Sarevess.<span style="color: purple">"Your scales feel even better than Ophidian's, much softer and smoother. It's an honor to raise her and a duty I take very seriously. And from what I was told you were unfairly compared to warm bloods as opposed to what was normal for Naga of power. But maybe it's for the best things happened how they did, I've seen how angry and evil most naga are, there's no way Syrenka will be like that with two loving parents always there for her and a growing family."</span>She made Sarevess look back at her and smiled again.<span style="color: purple">"It's okay, I understand. She is, even I can see it, and I want you to be in her life when she's older."</span><span style="color: orange">"And it'd be a shame if Ras never woke up."</span>Kitori let out an annoyed sigh and leaned over Sarevess to grab Nyaka by her ear forcing a muffled yelp.<span style="color: purple">"You and Sharindia please go outside and do this." </span><span style="color: orange">"I'm not leaving my wife's side, I'll just ignore her."</span>Kitori scowled at Sharindia and shook her head slowly before returning her attention back to Sarevess.<span style="color: purple">"Don't make me stand up Sharindia, behave. I heard you've been working with the temple, if there's one thing Ophidian loves it's seeing other races help Night Elves, keep doing what you're doing and I know one day he'll be more than okay with letting you visit whenever you please."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>