<span style="color: #a64dff">"Oh... I'm sorry your feet aren't small. Or cute. The rest of you is nice though. You smell good." </span>She offered Lorna an innocent smile and collected her puppy so the dryad would have both hands free to eat.<span style="color: #a64dff"> "I don't think I would want to kill them, if we can buy the meat then I would be okay with that. I like to care for animals and make them happy. Killing animals, even to eat, makes me feel bad."</span><br/><br/>Ana stumbled on her feet and clutched her midsection, the fall agitated her wounds exactly like Rachel had warned.<span style="color: #ff9999">"I think it's okay, Mistress. I think... ow... we have the new crib for our baby. Maybe the people you sent away gave us a second opinion?" </span>She offered Rachel a small and used the Troll for support to pull herself upright completely.<span style="color: #ff9999"> "How... how about I just go sit down for a while? I can fold some clothes or something."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>