Iylldrraen, despite what occurred earlier, maintained a close proximity to Aelena while walking to meet with the Winter Riders. He was wrestling with his thoughts and emotions, wrestling them into submission so he could actually sort them. His emotions continued to slink past his logic and free his thoughts, allowing them to run rampant in his mind. One by one, though, and much blank staring later, he was able to catalog everything: his memories; what they meant to him, his emotions; how he would act on them, especially toward Aelena. He was smiling again, glancing sidelong at this tender and receptive draenei. He saw her shiver just a bit. Boldly, he draped one of his large, strong arms around her shoulders, covering her with one of the several pelts he wore. Amusing enough, it was a bear pelt he’d placed on her shoulders.<br/><br/>The druid knew he loved this shaman, but how? In what way? Was she just a very dear and cherished friend of his? Was he feeling this affection because of his solitude, of the fact that it was Aelena that he was with now? That was the last emotion he needed to sort. It was too wild for his logic to tame right now, so it would run free. Soon it would tire, and he would be waiting to act when it landed. He could only imagine the mutual thoughts and feelings Aelena was experiencing as they walked beside each other, so he remained silent, remained neutral. One thing the druid had learned throughout his life was that things done right were never rushed.<br/><br/>Where the two were walking was a monument site for deceased Wintersabers. The ones in particular they were to visit were, sadly, their own. He hadn’t even known they had passed. He had been so busy keeping the Burning Legion at bay that he didn’t even keep up with his mail. That stung him, for his saber was beloved. He’d named him Tantum, and often the druid would shift to his feral feline form so the two males could hunt and strike together. A few tears found their way down the druid’s otherwise stoic complexion. Looking up he paused, gently placing a hand on Aelena’s arm.<br/><br/>“There it is. Are you ready?” His eyes sought Aelena’s for strength. For once, this powerful, long-lived feral druid needed someone else for support.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>