Ankyra Sound pearls and swine bereft of me

it took little to find illidan, though when she did, emotion rent itself anew in her barricaded heart. the weight of the months they had been separated still hung her neck like a chained torc— seeing him, head low as if in disillusioned defeat, stirred an old kindling of protectiveness in the salted crone. 

they — she — had done enough sulking; their lives would not be improved by wallowing in self pity over the lost time between them. illidan’s wounds ran deep, and like so many first cuts, would take longer to heal. caiaphas had a little more time on her side, a little more experience — steeling herself with a firm jut of her chin, she attempted to quickly dissolve the heavy mood that had settled between them. lunch?