Emberwood and through it all, a dying wind of change blew

she said that she had been visiting her brother. illidan nodded his head and shuffled his feet somewhat awkwardly at this statement. he wasn't sure how far she'd had to travel to get to see her family, or what that relationship looked like. in fact, he was so turned off by speaking about his own familial relations that he thought it foolish to try to make small talk about her family. fortunately, maia had already moved on to her next query – a question about their attempt at rescuing rosalyn. the young ghost felt his cheeks grow hot with the thought of his reply.

“no... well – we.... we weren't successful at rescuing her,” he told her in a soft voice, lowering his skull and splaying his ears to the side. “but, we did have a huge battle! that's how this happened,” he tacked onto the end of it, motioning toward the gash in his shoulder with his muzzle. it had been an intense experience, and he didn't feel at all confident in his capability to retell it. even more than this, illidan did not feel pride for the fight. after all, they had failed to do the one thing they'd set out to do, hadn't they?