Asclepius sat down on the black sand beach, looking out over the ocean. He sighed heavily. "Do you think she's going to be ok? I know she's just mad because she feels so trapped, and lost. I feel so bad for all she has gone through, but I don't think I can take on her anger. She's right, I didn't take on another mate. I've only had one. In all this time, I've only sired one brood, and I don't know where any of them are now. Probably dead, the way things are going. It's just that I want to help her, and I don't know how. I am like this great force of nature. I'm strong, and fierce, but put up a wall, and I bash myself against it repeatedly. Why are females so complicated in their emotions? Why should I even bother with any of this?" He looked imploringly at Xatia. She looked so delicate sitting on his shoulder, her wings refracting the light and scattering rainbows across his neck and shoulder. She smelled nice.