<span style="color: #4dffa6">"it lets your emotions out so you feel better. i have the distinct feeling the ancient bitch in the other room never lets herself cry and that is why she walks around like shes got fishhooks in her twat... so, why don't you prove your better then her and come with me out to that very comfy couch they got and you let this old man be useful to his family?" </span><br/><br/><span style="color: #4da6ff">"she came in here to lay with you... she could have gone off to curl up anywhere in the blink of an eye but she came to you."</span>Inaara's eyes slowly regained some of their glow but Vyre would get the distinct impression that the Draenei was currently blind.<span style="color: #a64dff">"sit next to me, i will link you to her mind... i must warn you, it's not good."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #ffff00">"she confessed to Ashia before she was confronted and Ashia begged for it not to be true... i do not need another well meaning idiot who may or may not be competent but definitely doesn't think things through around me."</span>she frowned a little and smiled bitterly again.<span style="color: #ffff00"> "you think i didn't know that? i can do all of that math quite efficiently..."</span>she snorted and then laughed though it was hollow.<span style="color: #ffff00">"lucky? my luck is a raging hurricane of disaster and misery... haven't you been paying attention?" </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>