Sharindia sighed irritably and rubbed her face.<span style="color: #003366">"no, you will accept help because that is why you haven't just fucked off on your own in the first place. you keep gravitating towards your relatives because you know, deep down that we will drag you out of your depression by force. i know your terrified of it but if you truly wanted to be alone and miserable for the rest of your life you would be making yourself a little hovel in some distant, miserable spot on Azeroth where no one will come to invade your wallowing."</span>she shook her head and looked north.<span style="color: #003366">"i may not understand how to help you... i may not be able to even understand why you need help. but i do recognize a plea for help. you need someone more stubborn then you to dig their heels in and force you to accept it. this Anna doesn't have the spine and Vyre is too damaged to do anything but reject you."</span>she looked at Athena again and crossed her arms.<span style="color: #003366">"but i do have the spine and i have the heart. so, if you want to live here i am going to arrange for you to get help and you will cooperate. Silvermoon has a selection of Priestesses who will help you with your issues, you can talk and cry and do whatever else you need without being judged and they will help you." </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>