<span style="color: #4d4dff">"It's in my nature, my dear. And please don't mistake me for being argumentative, I'm comparing what I know to what you say and I trust you enough to value your thoughts." </span>She looked between Thrak and Chi-chi and let out a soft sigh<span style="color: #4d4dff">. "I... the more time I spend around her the more I want to be around her. Like a mortal parent, almost. No, no, it's alright. Thrak will be fine and my daughter is still a dragon, she is self-sufficient and even if she's not she's still smart enough to crawl through the portal and go to Ashia's home."</span><br/><br/>Tyrande was sitting down to enjoy another breakfast prepared by her mate, with each meal prepare Crimzon grew more comfortable and competent in the kitchen. Just as Crimzon was about to serve her lover her plate of food and stopped and stared towards the window. If Tyrande focused she would also hear the sounds of combat as the Sentinels protecting the retreat were engaged in combat with something. In the past Crimzon may have tried to run off to defend the High Priestess, this time she extended her hand to Tyrande to help her up.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>