Ankyra Sound but now I fear I will never peer

erzulie knew his worry, his anger, his pain. the rage that burned behind his young features. her own rage she had banked down into embers for now, but still their smoulder rose from time to time, choking her with such a conflagration of fury that she could scarcely breathe.
a moment; a shake of her muzzle. "we did much, illidan," the harlot murmured, her voice cracking. "we fought; we shed blood upon de cliffs. we earned dis lan'," she stated with a firmness she was only beginning to feel. "we can do no more den we already have done. for now," erzulie added, turning and beginning a limping gait along the strand, glancing back to see that he would follow. "let me treat your wounds."