Ankyra Sound sharp edges

the frosty response did not go missed by the young man. he understood her worries, but he wanted her to realize just what she was saying. “if caiaphas wants war, then she will be the only one fighting it... and she will fail,” he answered curtly. that was the end of that conversation, he hoped. he did not want to squabble with the woman who had been held captive by the cliff wolves. he could not relate to the pain she had endured while away from her loved ones. illidan did not even know the full details of what she had been forced to live through.

it was firefly who managed to respond with an ounce of compassion and compromise. illidan did not want to ban them to the sound. he did not want their home to turn into a prison for those who had pledged themselves to it. he wanted only a chance to speak to the woman who had given birth to him. he hoped that their shared blood might provide some sort of sway with her mentality.

“i will speak to her immediately so that you are not left wondering or waiting. once i've gotten her to speak her plans, i'll return to you both and you can make your final decision at that point. my rounds to the border will increase in the meantime. the wolves from the cliff won't set foot on our land,” he promised in a haunted tone of voice. there was a grateful glance toward firefly in that moment. it was a silent breath of thanks that he would have never been able to put into words.