Aelena leaned into the night elf more as they got closer to their destination. She felt the oppressive weight settling on her shoulders and the comforting strength of him seemed to hold her up. He led, she was so lost in thought that she would probably walked right by. It was thoughts of him, of what had happened (or more accurately, what had not happened) just a short time ago, coupled with memories of her Wintersaber. A soft, sad sigh passed her lips. Without even looking up the shaman knew that the burial site was just ahead by the way that Iylldrraen slowed. That heavy feeling had settled in her chest and she found it a little hard to breath. The words brought a pout to her lips.<i>"There it is."</i><br/><br/>The Draenei's tail flicked back and forth nervously as she was led closer. It had been a long time that she had avoided coming here. It was easier to bury her grief and simply move from task to task. Standing here now, she felt as though she had somehow betrayed her faithful mount, as though avoiding this place dishonoured the noble beast's memory. It was not an easy feeling for Aelena to assimilate. Seeking solace, she pressed even closer to the druid, practically hugging him while, like him, she scanned the grave markers. So many were lost it seemed. She just did not know how to process. Her hand found the Elf's again and she squeezed it tightly. It might not be all she had hoped for but they were facing this sad monument together and it was something.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>