Redhawk Caldera you're always talking but you're not playing

"I promise," Wraen nodded in agreement, feeling a little guilty for not giving in right away. Eljay was a healer, who took pride in, what he did, and she had forgotten that one had to boost that small ego of his in, whichever way possible. Besides - weren't she notoriously famous for downplaying symptoms of sickness? When it came to her own health, the inner barometer did not work that well at all. 

"She seems very happy," she remarked and so did Eljay. For the one and a half year she had had the pleasure of living next to him, Wraen had not seen much spark in him. Especially after Wildfire had died, with his parents passing away too. Deep inside Wraen was still sceptical about his ability to move on and deal with his self-esteem and control-freak issues, but there were never relationships without obstacles to overcome. Perhaps, having someone like Maia by his side - who also battled with her own insecurities - made them better friends and way down the road - mates too. 

"Uh... you will be happy to know that we figured we could try and settle nearby so you and her can meet each other regularly," she said. "It's the middle ground between my wish not to be allied to Moonspear in any way and her and your chance at making a relationship. See, where it goes."