Glesig became a regular visitor, he would come by and do some chore or errand for her in turn she would feed him. He lingered after the meal and helped her clean up, even in silence she enjoyed his companionship. She couldn't make out his reasons for wanting to keep returning, surely he had friends and associates among his own people. "You like music," he said pointing to the drums.

"Weh," she said as putting the last clean dish away.

Glesig drained the sink and wiped his hands on a towel. "Do you want to learn to play the lute?"

"I can't do dat," she said hanging up the drying cloth on the rack on the wall.

"Have you tried?"

"No, but." He took her hand shocking her into silence. He led her downstairs, he picked up his lute from the counter and put it against her. She wrapped her free arm around it unsure how to get out of this strange situation. She was tenderly pushed into the chair and he helped her set the instrument right and showed her where to put her fingers on the neck as he explained each cord. Her thick fingers were more of a hindrance and she only made sour notes. They were in fits of laughter by the time the short lesson was concluded. "Troll's not made for lutes," she declared. "Dems made for da drum."

"Drums," he shook his head. "That is just random pounding and noise."

Her eyes narrowed at the challenge and she rose to her feet. "Is not," she stated. "I's show you." They returned upstairs and she sat behind the taller drum and tapped out a body moving rhythm which he started to sway to. She whooped and cheered when Glesig broke out in a dance, it wasn't anything practiced just a lot of clapping and crazy body movement. It didn't matter to her, he was enjoying himself and she had a feeling he didn't do this often. At the end of the song, he was laughing flushed from some embarrassment and the exercise. "I stand corrected."

She waved him over and he sat close to her, she gave him one of the smaller drums in the collection. "Da drum sounds out da heartbeat of da drummer. It shows ya da real music of da heart. It can be shared, complemented by odder drums and played by itself." She took his hands and moved them over the stretched skin. "Dis isn't just a drum. It is a peek in ta your soul, Glesig. Dis brings out da beauty dat we's all hide in here." She tapped her chest, then put her hand on his feeling his heartbeat. "Take dat," she tapped her hand on his chest. "And put it dere." A finger tapped the drum.

"I don't know how to do that."

She showed how to create different sounds and let him go with beating out his own song. At first he just practiced the patterns she had shown him, she sat at the table and started working with her enchanting. Soon enough he was tapping out a pleasant beat and she whooped giving him her full attention. A huge grin on his face as he lost himself into the beat, she wasn't in her seat long. She let the music take possession of her body she loved the way he was playing. The drum fell silent and she turned to him, they remained grinning at each other for a good while. "Dat's the beat of life, right dere."

"That was fun," he said putting the drum back in place he stepped close to her. "Thank you for sharing that part of your culture. Of yourself with me."

Tej'lie glanced away. "Weh, I knew ya could do it." His finger touched her jaw, her gaze lifted to his. "You be a natural."

"I think it is the teacher."

Tej'lie's cheeks heated, she stumbled over words unable to respond to that. His finger caressed her cheek one last time. "I should go, I have a few patients to check up on."

"F'sure," she whispered and walked him to the shop door, she locked it behind him and scolded herself all the way back upstairs. She can't be doing this. He has to stop coming over, this was getting too cozy. She wanted his touch, found herself yearning for it. "It's gotta stop. I's just tell him next time he needs to stop coming. We's different fractions!"

The next night she worked up her courage during a delightful meal Glesig had surprised her with. "I was thinking," he said while they did the dishes. "I would like to learn how to sew."

Tej'lie's planned speech shattered to the floor. She couldn't turn away teaching him her craft. "Weh," she said. "I can show ya."

She gave him lessons and worked on her loom while he practiced his stitching beside the fire. Tej'lie had plenty of extra cloth in the cellar, linen mostly dyed in all sorts of vivid colors. Glesig crafted blankets for the orphanage, which she started helping him with after the cloth had been finished for her customer. Soon the pair had a great pile ready to deliver, she found some clothing that would fit the young ones and added them to the pile. Glesig lifted a small shirt. "What?" She demanded, his head cocked to one side. "It don't fit." She continued to search through her storage finding some robes that would fit him, she tossed him three she found.

"What is this, troll?"

"I's don't fit in dems either," she said sternly fighting with a chest lid hinge that wouldn't close right.

"Let me," he said directly behind her. Tej'lie grabbed a shelf for leverage and started kicking the stupid thing. An arm wrapped around her waist and was pulled against him. "Kicking it won't help matters, Tej." She turned around, he didn't back away, his hand slipped over her cheek. He kissed her.

Her arms wrapped around his neck as she returned the kiss, her mind still and her heart hammering. She pulled away, Gelsig wouldn't allow her to escape his embrace. "Not too fast," she whispered.

"No," he promised. "Your speed. I couldn't resist."

The Lower City Orphanage was over crowded with all the children that needed to be clothed and fed. Many were sharing beds and toys, all of this broke Tej'lie's heart, she had a lot of hand-me-downs when she grew up but they were hers and hers alone. The blankets were accepted with a tearful thanks and hugs. "It looks like Glesig found another kind soul," the matron commented as she handed out blankets to the children and instructed them to put them on their beds.

"He comes often den?" Tej'lie asked when the priest was led away to tend to tend to a sick child.

"Nearly every day, he has been such a blessing. Reading to the children and just spending time with them, most of them don't get that individual attention. We try, but it is hard with our staff so shorthanded all the time."

Tej'lie's heart warmed, he was practicing what he preached. To make the world better, one had to be proactive about it and do a part to make the lives of people better. She had been lacking to reaching beyond herself to see those who are also suffering. She made a vow to start being so caught up in herself. Even if he disappeared from her life now, he started this crusade inside her heart. "I's a tailor, can I help?"

The matron's eyes lit up with relief and gratitude. "We have a lot of clothing that are useful but in need of mending."

"Can do dat," Tej'lie said with a curt nod, five baskets were brought from the storage closet. Tej'lie shook her head at the task placed at her feet, one she had willingly stepped into. Each one was damaged beyond just a simple repair, knees were torn. Hems were frayed, patches upon patches. Some were so thread worn it wouldn't even hold another repair. She took a breath and gathered her courage stuffing what she had taken out back into the baskets. "I can do dis."

Glesig walked out of the back. "What is this?"

"Our mending, your friend said she could sew."

Tej'lie took a breath and let it out, she tapped him on the chest. "You's get to help me bring dese back ta da shop."

"No problem."

She felt her heart warm every day when she brought an armful of clothing back to the orphanage and a child was able to have a change of clothing. She would get hugs and finger paintings as payment, she would go home with even more mending. She felt past hurts dulling and being mended by the genuine love from children, they didn't care that she was a troll mage or of the Horde. They saw her through the innocent eyes of unconditional love, she was a person that was easing their comfort and bringing material goods they were not able to have before.

Tej'lie was adjusting a pink dress on a draenei child, the hem was too low for the poor girl and she was constantly tripping over it. Her little hands rested on Tej'lie's cheeks, she paused what she was doing and blinked at the girl. "I was scared of trolls before."

"F'sure?"

"Not anymore, you are nice." The tiny hands patted both cheeks before letting go of the troll.

Tej'lie couldn't get rid of the smile or the warmth that those words infused into her heart. She found love in this little corner of the world, she found she was forging change in her own small way. Finally, she felt she was forming into the beautiful jewel she was meant to become. Her eyes slipped over to Glesig who had nudged her out of the darkness she had been folding around herself. The draenei male happened to glance up from the skinned knee he was tending. He offered her a soul warming smile, which she easily returned.