Ibara nodded and closed her eyes.<span style="color: darkorange">"it pains me that i cannot heal you and i cant call Morah either, shes exhausted herself saving my- our people and the Alliance wounded. i dont care about experience mistress, i dont want a war because i dont want to look at our people and tell them their friends and family have died because we were hot tempered."</span>she returned the kiss and smiled sleepily.<span style="color: darkorange">"thank you Mistress."</span><br/><br/>Ashia looked Nyarien over for a moment before she smirked faintly.<span style="color: dimgray">"i havent been a whelp for decades but your mother sent me here to check on you... and she said you might be able to help me with grooming scales, i havent had a proper bath in weeks. not that i need physical help but i havent had time to gather the proper oils and soaps or find a home." </span><br/><br/>one of Nalo's people knocked on her door to inform her that there was a female Troll waiting to see her in the lobby and that she wasnt taking no for an answer.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>