Tyrande nodded and set to filling a small bowl with some extra food.<span style="color: #5900b3">"and that is okay too, you are learning at your own pace and i am happy to see your interests expanding."</span>she looked back at Crimzon and shook her head.<span style="color: #5900b3">"Elune tasked you with protecting me so i could help you, not because i need a bodyguard. i am effectively invulnerable because of the protections Elune has already placed on me. when you are ready to go have a life of your own you will be free to do so."</span><br/><br/>Rachel frowned a little and looked at Ana.<span style="color: #0000ff"> "i think The'kal wanted Ashia to make one egg, fucked it up and Ashia made twenty-two eggs instead. like when i go into heat, its essentially because my body makes a thousand times more horny juice then my brain can handle and i become, well, a Troll in heat. if Ashia's body knows to make an egg because of a certain hormone and The'kal accidentally gave her twenty times more then she needs her body would just keep going. one mistake, not twenty-two and precisely the kind of disastrous fuck up The'kal is known for."</span><br/><br/>Jasmine frowned when Ras spoke and then she stamped her foot.<span style="color: #ff9999">"damnit! i don't have time for her to be gone."</span>a moment after the Elf spoke one of Order's automated machines appeared and smiled.<span style="color: #ffff00"> "apologies Ras, i was busy helping a little boy with a broken spine, his mother was quite sweet. if this is an emergency i can recall my maker for you, she is currently rescuing trapped Eternals from far flung black holes that no one was aware of until last night. as her step son you have the authority to get priority attention and assistance from me or any of the other units including priority messaging with much more extended range then your own powers allow."</span>unlike last time this one this automated machine seemed much more like a real person though it was obviously inheriting it's maker's speech issues.<span style="color: #ff9999">"what the hell is this? it's not her."</span><span style="color: #ffff00">"i am an automated assistance unit created to help Order with the overwhelming task of answering prayers for her help. i am capable of a wide array of healing, search and rescue or informational assistance techniques. as i previously stated i just healed a little boy's broken spine returning the use of his legs, this way my maker can put her attention to more complex issues in need of her attention. i am however incapable of any offensive actions nor can i pass judgement in her stead."</span><span style="color: #ff9999"> "so... it's a dumber Animus?"</span><span style="color: #ffff00">"the animus is Sentient, i am programmed with several billion possible responses but incapable of original thought or advanced problem solving."</span><span style="color: #ff9999">"well i need advanced problem solving, call your boss."</span><span style="color: #ffff00">"i am sorry but your request is denied, you do not have priority attention."</span>Jasmine growled at the machine but it merely smiled politely.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>