Cain stood, heading back, "Strong enough to stand by my side? Are you comparing them to yourself?"
Lilia sighed, "You're starting a war with the gods and dragons. Do you think Gracie there can survive an attack from Mystra?"
Cain stopped, "I don't think so," He looked back at her, "But don't just start hiding things from me. What if I started a fight with Kossuth?"
"You might start it, but she will never take the bait. I told you she is a pacifist at heart." Lilia flew toward him, "Now, how about you finish my nails?"
"I will start, by everyone else, and you're the last." Cain looked at her with a smile, "You asked me to make them stronger, didn't you?"
Lilia sighed, "Fine,"
Zaleria and Sofia stood, "This is going to hurt," Sofia said while thinking Lilia didn't seem bothered when Cain tinkered with her finger.
"Not just you. All of you must follow me." Cain said with a straight face.
"What?" Zaleria stared at him.
Who would become a witch?