Morningside Cuesta naked and alone we came into exile

The boy was not expecting her to wait through his exhausted silence. The boy heard only the tail end of her words suggesting that they return to where the others would be waiting. Illidan did not want to return with her; he didn't want to move. There was a morbid portion of him that wanted to remain where he was in the dirt and grass until he had withered away to nothing more than flesh and bone. The image of his father scraped through his mind again and the hooded child grimaced. Without another word, Illidan rose from his place and followed Grezig back to where the others where. It was there that he found a quiet corner and returned to his state of mental decay.