Ankyra Sound now I wish to piss on his parade.

she watched illidan's countenance change, the grief that seemed to sunder the boy to his bones. perhaps it was sorrow over what could not come to pass; perhaps it was something else. "my children will grow with you in dere lives," she commented, searching his stricken features with a gaze that sought knowingness. "dat is what dey deserve." 
regardless of whether or not she too would ever be honest about such things, illidan had grown upon her heart. despite his youth, despite the fact she knew little about the young man. it was the tragedy in him to which she was drawn, that which was reflected in her own heart, a fickle foundation for anything lasting. and so for both of their sakes it would remain silent.
"i must rest," she said at length, standing to her feet gingerly with a sigh. it had been a draining day already; the babes moved restlessly within her, and suddenly all erzulie wished was the comforting silence of her den.