Hushed Willows the hawk does not fear you, boy, and the hawk never will

it seemed that the woman didn’t know what had ailed liri, or how severe it was. she tried to offer some words that seemed reassuring in that it seemed whatever the pale woman had carried, had not been transferrable to the others. this caused the young man’s shoulders to relax some. it gave him a sliver of hope, which he knew to be dangerous… but clung to, nonetheless. there was a chance that they were all fine and they had simply sought a different home. he would search until he could find them.
 
the woman offered him a few words of encouragement, saying she hoped that he was able to locate them. she then offered her own name: lily. it was nice sounding. it was not common that he thought about how names suited the people they belonged to, but hers did. illidan nodded his head softly and offered a haunting smile. “thank you, lily. i’m hopeful that i’ll find them too,” he returned with a small swaying of his tail. then, he felt unsure about whether or not he should continue to stand and talk to the woman or if he should leave her pack borders in peace.