Arlokk laughed quietly and nodded.<span style="color: #336600">"Of course dear but you know what I meant. I still worry about our son and he lives with our goddess, it's just a father's protective instinct to care about his family."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #666600">"Her jaw is broken, her arms and legs are broken. That's all. She's had much worse done to her, but I had to make sure she couldn't go feral and try to ignore you." </span>Blood poured freely from Vyre's mouth as her crushed jaw hung uselessly from her head after another invisble blow shattered it and splashed blood on the Elf's face. A golden orb appeared floating before Ashia.<span style="color: #666600"> "When you're done with her press this against her body and it'll return to full health... and fix some issues. She'll be better off in the long run."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>