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there wasn’t a single moment that he wasn’t intently tuned into what she had to say about his sister. the burning yellow of his gaze bore into her like a wildfire that had grown wildly out of control. if it weren’t for the dismal expression on his face, he might have appeared frightening. instead, when she had concluded her recounting of raleska’s feat, illidan lowered his head and breathed a heavy sigh of relief that she was alright. he wondered what she could have been thinking doing something like that alone… until he realized that he had come close to doing it himself.
 
the subject of war was passed so casually from the woman’s mouth that he thought he’d misheard her. no, he had not, but he was still surprised by the quiet wondering that she had left to hang in the air. how was he supposed to confess that he wanted war against them just as badly as the next guy? how was he supposed to confide in her about the pent-up rage he felt toward his brother. “yes, some do,” he confirmed in a solemn voice, unwilling to speak any further on the subject.
 
“thank you… for tending to my sister.”