Ankyra Sound a gunslinger knows pride - that invisible bone that keeps the neck stiff

grezig admitted to him that she was tired. she did not chose to respond to any of the other things that he had said to her. illidan didn’t blame her. he felt how cruel it must have been for him to respond the way that he had. the young ghost simply did not wish to lie to her. he felt as though he owed her more than that. she had helped in raising him when he had no one else around. she had pushed him to be better when he had been at his worst. still, illidan was not certain that he had ever felt a thing like love. when he admitted that he loved someone, he wanted to mean it.
 
bowing his head, the ghost watched as she disappeared from view. he wanted to wish her well rest, but he felt as though speaking up would only hurt her more. instead, he had set his mind on searching for a way to make her children feel welcome in the pack. he planned to hunt in order to provide teething equipment from antlers and to offer plush pelts from his fallen prey. he could still show that he cared without having to speak on it.