Iylldrraen couldn’t recall the last time he felt such joy coursing through his body, at least, not this kind of joy, the joy of friendship, of kinship, of being reunited with a person that has meant so much to you. It was a harsh contrast from the only joy he has known for the past several years: the joy of combat, the joy of hunting. The solitude.  The smile on this feral druids’ face faded briefly, but as he saw Aelena standing there, blushing, gazing up at him, it returned in a moment, wider and more welcoming than ever. She was back, she was here, in his arms, his most cherished friend.<br/><br/>His eyes were suddenly directed lower as her hand lifted, tugging at her necklace. Unable to resist, his eyes did drift to that supple cleavage of hers, smooth, pale skin of ample bosom heaving softly with every breath she took. That, too, was always a nice feature of hers, aside from that taught rump of hers. Thankfully, the druid still possessed self control, even with Aelena, and was able to blink away those distractions and focus on that dangling seed pod. Yes, he had quite the self control with her, whether that was good or bad, he didn’t know.<br/><br/>There it was though, the seed pod he’d given her that day she was injured, due to repeated skirmishes with Fel Orcs. Did he mention she was tenacious? So bold was this shaman, barely tending to her own wounds save for limited use of her own healing, she tended to others of her regiment. When Iylldrraen arrived in Outland with reinforcements, he looked over her wound, the one she trailed her fingers over now, and at first considered her neglectful and irresponsible, putting herself at risk of dying and leaving her people without a healer. When she explained, however, how the lives of her people depended on her healing and care at that moment, and that the necessary time it would take to purge the fel corruption from her own wound would take too long, he admired and respected her. That is why she wore that seed pod now. It was a seed he’d taken from Mount Hyjal and preserved for later use, if it was still possible. Though she wasn’t at that battle, she fully understood the ramifications of what happened, eyes aglow then much as they were now.<br/><br/>As it dangled there, he reached out, respectfully, and took it gently between his fingers. “You’ve kept it perfectly, well protected, Aelena, as I knew you would. You are incapable of anything less.” Unable to withhold himself any longer, he embraced her close, tight, pressing his cheek to hers. His body trembled just a bit, as though holding back a tide of pain. “I’ve missed you. I’ve missed you, Aelena.”<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>