Ahnasha was genuinely amused at Llarasa's comment. She could not laugh in any recognizable way, but she did give a distinctly non-threatening grunt. "I think that is the first time I have heard of anyone being jealous of a lycan. Well, anyone other than me before I turned. It is a burden, of that there is no doubt. It can destroy a person if they try to deal with it alone. But, I would not change what I am. It makes us into the perfect hunters, suitable for Hircine's domain. Even in our normal forms, our strength and senses are enhanced beyond that of a normal person. If you want to have a short weightlifting competition, Monderyn, I could demonstrate."

Shortly after mentioning him, Ahnasha looked to Monderyn, and after a brief delay, continued more seriously. "How are you feeling, Monderyn?"

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"I don't even know why I bothered coming here." Lorag snapped back, being perhaps the most truthful thing he had said so far. He looked away for a few moments and considered just leaving before deciding to continue. He would go inside if she did, but he was not about to rush through the door. 

"Look, let's just pretend I really am the father for a second. I didn't want a kid, didn't ask for it, didn't pick a spoiled potion. But if she's my blood, then she's my blood. I want to know she's bein' raised like she should be." Lorag said firmly.