Ankyra Sound On the highway, heavy hearted, humming just to hear a sound

She wasn't sure why he sought her out, but by her look, it was clear there was no fondness between them.  She did not know him and had no reason to respect him, so he could expect at the very least no challenge.  That did not mean she would be friendly or helpful to his cause.  The best thing that could happen, at this point, would be for Illidan to return or for Raleska to rise to the occasion.  But perhaps not; for all of Rosalyn's fondness, there was too much of Caiaphas in the girl for her to wish her to rule.

In fairness to the boy, her standards were impossible.  Not a single leader she'd had thus far had been capable in the end.  Caiaphas had held respect, but like Smokestep, had thrown everything away for 'family' pride.  Perhaps there had never existed a truly fit leader.

She lifted a brow, but his face had a clear question, so she didn't bother greeting him.  He wanted something; that much was plain.  And she was too tired to exchange words about the weather or other useless pleasantries.