Sequoia Coast was there ever a trap to match the trap of love?

the tone in which her response met him was too genuine for him to cast it off as being something to ease his mind. still, he could not help but to question the pressing feeling that he had inside. she had uncovered something in him that he hadn’t thought was possible. the pale woman from the cliffs had inspired a wave of self-loathing so deep, illidan thought he would never rid himself of it again. in truth, it did not matter that she belonged to their kind. she might not have been rusalka, but that only meant she had been free to speak her mind without boundaries based on allegiance.
 
part of him knew that she had spoken the truth that day. her anger might have sharpened the words into a finer blade, but the handle was made with weighty honesty that was not so easily bent or broken. he did not feel the need to push the point any further than he already had. she was kind enough to retract what she had said – to take it back – but illidan did not believe that she could ever remove the damage that had been done to him. he did not think that she would ever know how much she had changed him by saying such simple things.
 
when the pale woman asked if he knew where rosemary was, the ghost turned his head thoughtfully and frowned in response. he knew very little of plants, but he recalled the pale purple of the flowers that bloomed on that particular plant. he knew it well enough that he could have pointed it out for her. “i’ll help you find some. come on,” illidan offered, gesturing with a soft motion of his muzzle. as he moved slowly in the direction he believed they would find success, he felt it was important that he offer conversation to her.
 
“have you thought of names for your children yet?”