Morah looked at the pile of clothes before she laughed and shook her head.<span style="color: #ffa64d">"one extreme to the next... but i would rather have too much clothing then not nearly enough."</span>she shook her head again as she started looking through the items, sorting them to be put away.<span style="color: #ffa64d">"you should find some way to help her."</span><br/><br/>Sellendra nodded a little before smirking as the cild started to stir more and more. "<span style="color: #0000b3">i think we better get you over to a druid and get you lactating... though... damnit, we need to ask Elune if Night Elven milk will work, he is part Troll but you have an Elven body now."</span><br/><br/>Sharindia rolled her eyes and shook her head.<span style="color: #003366">"thats no fun at all... if you turn into an old man on me we are going to have a proble." </span>she looked down at his hand and smiled.<span style="color: #003366">"as cute as your being i think i would rather just set you off quick if you need it. this medicine would problably keep me from getting off, everything feels as fuzzy as my thoughts are. speaking of fuzzy, remember not to let Amber get drunk on her birthday ten years from now, her girlfriends will shave her while she is passed out and its really mean."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>