"Mm. Azeroth's the opposite. With all the wars even the long lived races are having children more frequently."

After he'd finished braiding his hair, he coiled the thick rope of hair around itself at the back of his head. Holding the hair there, he plucked the tie from his lap and wrapped it around the bun a few times before securing it in place with a small bow.

"Solving it with something mechanical seems....painful. Injection does not seem too terrible if you're not scared of shots, though I'm not sure I want to know what's in the injection." He observed his work and satisfied, he clambered back to the side of the bed.

"You shouldn't have to worry, though; Ronnae has one on her thigh. I've been told it's a bit of a 'coming to age' tradition for that household."