<span style="color: #ff0000">"i cannot stress enough that my education consisted of manners, dancing, needlepoint and music..."</span>she frowned at Jim and shook her head.<span style="color: #ff0000"> "oh, because we got so much help with the undead from our southern allies? lets face it, the Alliance of old was a dysfunctional mess on all sides except the Dwarves who never failed any of us but whom we all failed at one point or another."</span>she shrugged and shook her head.<span style="color: #ff0000">"I'm not being defensive... it's just that when people get upset it is usually my fault and they usually don't tell me what i did wrong until six months later when i have done it a dozen times. then they want to berate me for it but if they would just tell me what i did wrong i could try to adjust my behavior after the first damned time."</span><br/><br/>Leena shook her head with a faint frown.<span style="color: #ff0000">"somewhat? dear, i am hoping you will be okay with one male Naga in that timeline, not all of them nor do i expect you to come to terms with what happened to you in that time. i fully expect that the horrors of ten thousand years to long, long outlive the dust of my bones and that makes me sad... i would be happier if i knew i could help you more but i lack the skills to do more. all i can do is love you like the treasure you are, be as patient as i can possibly manage and always be supportive. if i wanted or expected you to heal any faster then you can i would be a bad mate."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>