Ankyra Sound lost at sea

For all of the trials she had faced, none were comparable to those of Illidan—and those were only the things that he had shared with her. He had been spared nothing; he was as young as she was, and yet, he was weathered by the world. His edges, unlike hers, were sharp. Her ears leaned toward him to hear him entirely, and her expression turned to concern. Indeed, it was not good news to return to—but she had returned to something, and that was all Tunerk desired. She could not know he thought she might regret her return by hearing his news, but the Northern woman could regret nothing less.

She was not going anywhere. Not without her newfound family, anyway. Have there been other attacks? By now, Tunerk was aware of Rusalka's fighting spirit. Though she did not share in the passion of such a past-time, there was something innate within her that shared its pulse. Perhaps this was another reason she remained, though if it were, she could not yet know or understand it. And then, What do you think we should do...? If they were being watched, if they were to be struck, what was there to do? This was not her own forte; but she was willing to learn, and for the wellbeing of those she did care for she even desired to.