"Anything you wish for, My Lady. I am entirely at your command." The genie replied, adoration in every look she gave Erel. But at the mention of the altar, she swallowed nervously. "While I will do so if you wish, My Lady, it's an altar to Sarenrae. I am...hesitant to defile the altar of my goddess."<br/><br/>But she would go along with it if requested, for as long as Erel wished. But as Erel woke, she would find a warm presence next to her in bed, and when she looked, she'd see the platinum blonde hair of Zyrah spilled across her body, the other elf sleeping against her side.