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

illidan listened to her story as it unraveled. he was intent to capture all of the details that she was sharing with him, clinging to every little word as though it had some great importance to it. he did not interrupt her or ask questions that would pause the flow of her tale. his ears remained attentive and his eyes were glued to her features with a serious but open expression. all of the little bits of the story were easy to keep track of. he wasn’t easily lost in anything that she had to say.
 
he thought of how he had met a sarah and shared a short conversation with her. he wondered if they were related but kept that part to himself. when maia stopped in a moment that felt like it was thick with anticipation, illidan could not help that he leaned toward her intently. his eyes were wide, and his mouth was set in a tight, thin line. “what? what did he say?” illidan asked her breathlessly.