Though Iylldrraen could not see Aelena, too ashamed and angry with himself, he could certainly hear her. His ears, not yet willing to turn away from that tender shaman, were keen to her voice, her breathing, her movements. She was surprised at his actions, and even…disappointed. What had he done? He could only imagine the embarrassment on her face, the uneasy shifting of her body. The hurt she felt by his…rejection. Oh no. No No No. He couldn’t let her think that! Couldn’t let her believe he had, that he could, reject her…ever! He…he could have had her. Could have given himself to someone that he could really love, and he had turned away. No. He would rectify this. So many decades of solitude had passed in this druids life, and so many more would pass if he let her believe that that was what he wanted.<br/><br/>He took his time with his armor, placing every leather piece carefully. This gave him precious time to formulate ways to amend his mistake. Aelena would know that he had made his armor, for he had always complained that since the humans and dwarves did not understand nature, how could they recreate armor based upon nature? So he had crafted it himself. The leather in itself was not terribly remarkable, but rather the markings and symbols decorating the armor that made it stand out; markings of protection from Elune, Cenarius, and most importantly, of Ysera. After careful inspection, he realized that, long ago, he’d scribed into his armor the same shamanic runes that Aelena used. They were very small, and hidden under connecting panels of his armor. He forced a gentle smile, glancing up to Aelena. He motioned for her, for she, likely, may not even remember them.<br/><br/>“Remember these, Aelena?”<br/><br/>He wanted her to know…NEEDED her to know, that, despite what had just transpired, he cared deeply for her, and that would never change. After several long, reminiscent moments, he straightened and moved to the door to his room, opening the door for Aelena, a slight smile returning to his face. That faded slightly, though, realizing that, out of respect, there was one place he and Aelena must visit along the way to meet with the Winter Riders.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>