Flycatcher Downs I'm a giver

the touch was like ice water. the dark-hooded figure stiffened immediately as her nose brushed against the gashes that had been left on the bridge of his muzzle. he did not move from where he stood. it had been longer than he cared to admit since he had been touched by another. something in him felt starved and he did what he could to swallow those feelings and listen to what she had to say.
 
maia explained that she had indeed managed to go through a number of things since they had last spoken. illidan listened intently to what she said, picturing what it must have been like for her to return home to find that it was different. at least she had been brave. at least she had gone back to see those who were still left behind.
 
she spoke about returning to the wilds and getting into a fight. his brow creased with concern, but he did not stop her. someone had rescued her in the end, of course. he would have been a fool to believe otherwise. illidan had known from the start that maia was a special individual. there was some bitter comfort in the idea that someone had realized the very same thing and had made an actual impact on her.
 
when the questions were flipped to him, illidan blinked daftly and gazed back at the girl.
 
“you uh…”
 
he stopped and shook the thoughts from his head.
 
“morgana is a good woman. she gave me a home without asking anything of me,” he explained softly after a moment of thought. “i’m not even sure if that’s her name. she doesn’t talk, you see…” and he trailed off again, feeling that he just sounded like a dimwitted boy talking about a woman who didn’t speak and had taken pity on him.