"I trust you my dear, I just don't always trust your decision making. But now that you won't be jumping through timelines and making everyone hate you I think we'll be just fine. I plan to, there's no way for me to fix it so I might as well ride it out until the end." He nodded and released his son. "Of course, I assume you already know how to cook a few things?" Sahra shook her head but the motion nearly tipped her over.<span style="color: blue"> "I'm not hungry, my stomach hurts... bad. Too bad to eat. This tea is okay... kinda."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: red">"Oh blow it out your ass, I'm going against my better judgment and trying to do you a favor. You need to reel Vyre back, a lot, she's becoming a problem... a bigger problem than she already was. Now she's gone as far as to injure one of my clients and that's too far. Take care of Vyre's attitude for me, I don't care how but she needs to calm down, and I'll give you a home fitting for you and Vyre. No more dirty hole in a ground, a real home, with real furniture and all that stuff." </span>The Draenei let out a sigh.<span style="color: red"> "Your son is gone and never coming back. He blamed Ras for the death of his siblings, started a war with him and lost, his mother scrapped him off my office floor and took him home. Apologized to Ras, told us that she'd wipe his memory of the entire thing, and vanished. He's alive, but don't count on ever seeing him again."</span>She stood up and looked up at the dragon.<span style="color: red">"So do we have a deal? I need to get back to work before I get too far behind. You keep Vyre out of trouble and I put you in a nice home big enough for you and any children you decide to keep."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>