Ankyra Sound pearls and swine bereft of me

there was no verbal response, but the young man did not miss the upturning of her dark lips in a soft smile. illidan was not aware of the thoughts that ran through her mind, or the memories he might have kicked up of the old man who had occupied one half of his parentage. instead, he had wondered to himself if his single-word response had caused the smirk, or if other thoughts played in the back of her mind. as familiar as her shape and colors might have been to him, her personality was something that had long been forgotten; it required a great deal of relearning.

when caiaphas turned away from where they stood and began at a steady trot toward the lapping waters, illidan followed without question. the length of his limbs and the rolling muscles along his back moved to match her speed, though he held himself at a short distance to avoid the feeling of being clung to. his movements were predatory and confident – they did not reflect the uncertainty that swam inside of him.