Until today.
Airia ran as a tear fell down her cheek, after years of aggressions, the horde had gathered together and launched an assault against each of the Alliance capital cities. Airia, who had heard about the forming attack from Anwen, her fiance's sister, had joined the group attacking the Exodar, but not to fight, she was here to save lives. The Sin'Dorei priestess ran in the wake of the attack group, running from fallen Draenei to fallen Draenei, healing those she could, attempting to revive the ones she couldn't. She worked as fast as she could, healing them so they would live, but not enough to regain consciousness and attempt to fight again, after a while she looked up and found that the attack group was nowhere to be seen, the sounds of fighting long since gone. She swallowed, grabbing her hearthstone to leave before the survivors find her when a small whimper caused her to look, a small Draenei child was shaking the body of a young woman, probably his mother, Hearthstone forgotten, Airia ran over, saying soothingly to the child in rough Draenic,"Don't worry little one, I'm here to help." The child cowered back, watching her in fear, his mother, wearing the armour of the Exodar guards, had been run through with a sword, Airia shook her head, placing her hands over the wound, her golden eyes flaring as she started to channel her strongest healing magic, "I'll bring her back child, don't worry."
Airia's hands started to glow a warm gold, channeling the power of the Light, she watched as the wound started to heal, unable to her the hoof falls behind her in her concentration, she finished her spell just as something slammed into her side, sending her flying with a scream of pain. She struggled to a knee, her shattered arm hanging limply to her side, looking up to see a male Draenei, wielding a massive two-handed mace charged at her, face a mask of rage as he yelled, "Keep your foul hands off of her!" Airia concentrated, gathering the last of her mana, "Shael!" The word of power, mixed with her mana, caused a golden shield of light to form around her, the mace crashing down upon it not a moment too soon. The Draenei lifted his mace to try to break through the shield when the child yells, "Mother!" he turned his head as the woman Airia revived stirs, coughing as air reenters her lungs. "Inyanah, but..." he looked back down at Airia, who was holding her arm, now spotting the insignia of the Aldor over her breast, she looked up at him, eyes faded in pain and exhaustion, "I didn't come to fight, I came to save lives." He looked down at her in confusion, finally stating "We'll take you to the High-Priestess Ishanah for you to be judged."