Ankyra Sound ugh, the ocean

it would have taken a truly oblivious wolf to not note by the end of grezig's speech that an exhaustion had crept into her tone and her eyes, rendering her absolutely the way being run ragged so often did. caiaphas did not miss it, but her gaze had roved from grezig's plaintive features to the male besides her. "you have a place here, alongside illidan. he would be happy to see you again. hmm, it would do well to have you." while she spoke to grezig, she could not help but measure derg with the full scrutiny of her cold yellow eyes.

so far, he had been silent... and how so very like a male, to think that a woman would beg for his company -- that a woman was somehow lesser or invalidated, without him present. 

the sylph scoffed, her sovereign muzzle lifted in turn. "no." she answered, her tone firm. "stay, or don't.

we do not grovel."

with that, the siren canted her head towards the grotto for grezig to follow -- with or without her brother.