A/N. Sorry I took so long to update, this chapter was a real bear. I would also just like to say a special thank you to a certain fellow writer, you know who you are. Without you, this story would not exist, thank you for inspiring me.

We had only been on the ship for six days. We weren't sailing to anywhere specific, just as far away from Tanaan Jungle as we could.

The voyage was uneventful, save for one death. A native draenei, she had gotten sick from malnutrition before we even departed, and died early this morning. We made a small raft out of spare wood that was in the hull of the ship, and wrapped her body in cloth before soaking her with oil. Once we had set the small raft afloat, with the body firmly strapped to it, the mage that had served with us cast a fire ball and set it on fire. The native's and Yrel said a quiet prayer, my men and I bowed our heads in respect.

The tension between myself, Maraad, and Yrel had been intolerable that day. I had been on my way to talk to Maraad, and bumped into Yrel. We stared at one another briefly, and I, of course, blushed something fierce. I returned to my cabin to find that two others had taken up residence within it.

I now shared my small room with Findessa, and the mage, of whom was formally introduced to me as Clara Peacehaven. The name first struck me as the sort of name a priest would have, but I payed little attention to the thought. My mind had been occupied with thoughts of another nature since I first awoke from my collapse, the memory invaded my vision.

I awoke with a start, my eyes opening wide as my heart thumped in my chest.

"Shh, it's all right. It's all right." That voice was familiar, it was soft and gentle, like silk.

Yrel.

I knew the voice to be Yrel's, and I turned my panic stricken face towards the heavenly sound of it.

She was perched on a small stool at the side of my cot, holding a bowl with steaming liquid in it. It smelled good, a broth, I presumed.

I relaxed a little, settling back down into the cot, my eyes fixated on hers. I remember falling asleep, but nothing else.

"What happened?" I asked hoarsely, my throat was dry. I turned to grab the cup of water from the table on the other side of my cot. Yrel moved so fast, she had reached across me, and grabbed the cup before I even got my hand anywhere near it, and without spilling the broth.

"Here, let me." She held the cup to my lips, gently pouring a little bit at a time into my mouth. I coughed a couple of times, before I sat up a bit more, the smell of the broth was tempting, and I was hungry.

The woolen blanket that I had over me, slipped a little as I pushed myself into a sitting position, revealing me to be nude above the waist. I scrambled to grab the blanket and cover myself back up, my cheeks were burning. I chanced a quick glance at Yrel, who was staring down into the soup, but she was also blushing. I darted a hand under the cover, and felt along my leg, and to my horror, I found I was in fact, completely nude.

"Um, wh... why am I...?" I stammered out, this was mortifying.

She took sympathy on me and chuckled lightly before placing the cup and bowl on the floor, she then sat on the edge of the cot, next to my legs.

"You have been unconscious for four days. You had a fever the first night, I've been nursing you back to health." She reached over and lightly placed the back of her hand on my forehead, then let it slip down to my cheek.

"W... we ha... have a priest on b... board." I couldn't shake my stammer, my cheek was getting warmer under her touch.

She looked thoughtful for a moment, then removed her hand from my cheek, and sat back down on the cot.

"I know, but, you saved me. I wanted to repay you somehow. When I heard you had fallen ill, I wanted to be the one to tend to you." She smiled at me, I couldn't help but smile back, as infectious as it was.

"Well, thank you. I feel great, I was most likely just tired and needed the rest. Incidentally, how are you doing?"

"I'm fine, fantastic even, thanks to you." There was something about the way she looked at me now, I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but there was definitely something there.

"I'm flattered, but it wasn't just me, we all fought bravely. We are safe for now because of everyone that lost their lives for our cause, and because of everyone still with us." My stomach rumbled, it was a peculiar sound.

Yrel quickly gathered up the bowl of broth, and moved up the bed, closer to me. If I hadn't of been so damn hungry, I think I would have kissed her then and there. She was so beautiful, it was almost painful to look at her, as if such a beauty was too intense for mortal eyes.

She fed me the broth, it was everything it promised to be. It was full of flavor and I wondered idly, where did she get the ingredients from in the middle of an ocean?

I was about to ask, but Yrel pushed the last spoonful into my mouth. She placed the bowl back on to the floor, then picked up another bowl of hot water that had an unfamiliar scent to it. I watched her place the bowl on the cot, between my out stretched legs, and ring out a cloth.

"This is why you have no clothing on, Tasha. I had stripped you so that I could bathe you." Her cheeks flushed and her eyes seemed to glint at the prospect of bathing me.

I think I blushed every shade of red there was.

She. Had. Stripped. Me.

I was going to expire.

"But you were stirring, so I brought some broth in to you, I knew you had to be hungry."

"You're too kind, Yrel. I haven't earned your treatment. Bu-."

She held her hand up, stopping my sentence. She brought the cloth to my neck, and gently wiped it across my shoulder. I was about to tell her that I could bathe myself, but she had halted me.

"I want to." Her voice was a quiet whisper, seductive almost.

Now she was bathing me.

I was stunned into silence, I just watched her as she ran the cloth from shoulder to shoulder and around my neck. She cleaned my arms next, her eyes never leaving mine. Then she moved to the foot of the cot, putting the bowl of water on the floor and removed the blanket so that my left leg was exposed from the knee down.

She rang out the cloth again, then began cleaning my leg. It felt heavenly, I even closed my eyes it was that soothing.

She started running the cloth over my knee, then she moved further up my leg. My eyes flung open. She had her hand under the blanket, rubbing the cloth in gentle circles. Our eyes locked, I noticed she was breathing heavier than normal, her body slightly trembling. Seeing her like this, with her hand where it was, inflamed my blood.

Her hand moved ever so slowly up my leg, she must have dropped the cloth, as it was her fingers I was now feeling. Very lightly, she skimmed her nails along the inside of my leg. I began to tremble in anticipation, I felt a slight throbbing sensation from below and my breath was now coming out in short sharp gasps.

I let out a moan as her fingers neared their goal...

A bang at the door stopped Yrel in her tracks, she quickly removed her hand, taking the cloth with it, and started gathering up the bowls. I was quaking, I yearned for that touch, I needed that touch. I was still too stunned to say anything to her, I just laid there and watched as she opened the door to leave, and let whoever interrupted us in.

"Maraad!" I cried out in surprise. I quickly threw the blanket back over my leg and made sure I was completely covered. He walked right up to the cot with a big smile and sat on the edge, where Yrel was, not thirty seconds ago. I coughed a few times, trying to hide my erratic breathing.

"You look flushed my dear, are you feeling alright?"

Kill me now.

"Yes, yes I'm fine. I'm just a little warm, this blanket is a bit too thick for me." I lied to him, but it was convincing.

He placed his hand on my leg over the blanket, right where Yrel had just been cleaning. A shudder ran through me at the memory. It was strange, I didn't feel the burning desire that I had moments ago. Instead, I felt uncomfortable at Maraads touch. I thought about the kiss we shared back in Tanaan, and I felt ashamed of myself.

Thaelin was right, I was playing a dangerous game.

I wasn't sure what I was feeling for Yrel, but I did know that it was much stronger than what I was feeling for Maraad. He had to know the truth, he had to know that nothing could happen between us.

"Maraad, when we were in Tanaan, and we... you know? Kissed. I don't think we should have done that." My voice was weak, I didn't want to hurt this man, but I didn't want to lead him on either.

His expression fell. "I thought that too, it was hasty of us, and it shouldn't have happened" His response shocked me, I wasn't expecting that at all.

"Don't trouble yourself over it, dear one. War can make us do crazy things." He chuckled softly, then he simply patted my leg, and made to leave the room.

"You're not angry?" I was surprised at how easy this was, but when I saw his face, I knew I had hurt him.

"I can never be angry at you, Tasha." He had a pained look on his face, his voice wavered slightly.

"I will leave you now to rest." And with that, he quietly left the cabin.

I had slept the rest of that day, my first day out on deck had been when we had lost the female draenei, and sent her body out to sea.

I tried to keep myself busy for the rest of the day, but thoughts about Yrel kept popping into my head, I couldn't shake them off.

Maraad was avoiding me, I had decided to leave him be, he was obviously hurting and wanted to be alone. I wanted to comfort him, he was still my dear cherished friend, and it hurt me to see him this way, but I knew it was best to stay away.

I discovered that the ship was supplied with food and water, and that a small group of the rescued draenei were working in the galley. I wanted to help with the cooking, so I grabbed a nearby knife, and started to peel various vegetables. I didn't have a clue if I was doing it right, all of the produce was alien to me, but a reassuring look from a large male opposite me, told me that I was doing fine.

Once I had peeled the vegetables, and helped to chop them up, I followed the male to where someone was putting what appeared to be ground spices and herbs in to a large pot made of a sleek black metal that I was unfamiliar with.

One of the female draenei took the bucket of vegetables I was carrying, and asked if I could lift the pot and place it on what looked like a contraption for snaring large beasts, except for the base was a large metal bowl with coal in it, and the top had a flat plate bolted to it to act as a shelf.

I wrapped my arms around the large pot, and braced my legs for the lift. It was heavy, but manageable, my back only slightly protested when I neared the brazier.

I placed the pot where I was told to, then was about to ask how we heat it, when a small spark erupted within the coal. I turned to see the mage with her hand stretched out, her fingers still glowing from the spell.

"You know? You're quite handy to have around." I smirked at her, all my previous reservations about spell casters had proven to be wrong. Our time on Draenor has shown me that even the magic weavers are just as powerful, if not more powerful, than the melee soldiers.

She bowed her head. "General." She turned to leave the galley.

We took the large steaming pot to the deck, along with some bread that the mage had conjured up. I shook my head and laughed at the abilities of a mage. Not too long ago I looked down at mages, thinking them beneath me. But now, I find them fascinating.

Everyone formed in a line, I opted to hand out the bread as they collected their bowls.

Several of them, including the natives, thanked me by nodding their heads and and calling me General. It got to about the twelfth person that did this when I decided I'd had enough of being called General. The war was over, I wasn't their General anymore, I was just Tasha.

I was about to open my mouth to correct the soldier, when I felt a hand on mine. I turned to see Yrel stood in front of me. I peered down and saw that she had her hand over mine, half holding it, half grabbing the bread I was clutching. My gaze shifted back to her face, getting lost in her silver eyes. I opened my mouth to say something, but no words came out. I felt my face redden, I relaxed my hand and accidently dropped the bread I was holding. I was just going to bend down to pick it up, when she squeezed my hand, stopping me.

She stood there, gently squeezing my hand, thrumming her thumb over my knuckles. Her eyes were burning in to mine, it was as if she could see right through me, right in to my dark soul. The idea unnerved me, making my legs tremble.

Someone coughed from behind her and broke our trance, she grabbed a piece of bread from the bowl and smiled at me before leaving the deck. My eyes followed her, and I stared where she had vanished from my sight, and I continued to stare at that spot for several seconds after.

I swallowed, and sucked in a long shaky breath, turning my attention back to the task at hand. I noticed I hadn't seen Maraad on deck, but I decided not to go looking for him.

He must still be upset, I felt bad for him. He clearly cares about me, more than he should.

More than you care about him?

My subconscious was beginning to irritate me with the inward probing, there are some things I just don't want to think about.

The next day I decided to steer clear of both Yrel, and Maraad. I opted to spend most of the morning on deck, peering out to sea. I dozed off at some point, and as struggled to open my eyes, I could hear commotion from my comrades. I noticed some of them smiling and pointing out to sea, so I turned my attention to the direction of their outstretched arms, and gasped.

Land.

I could see cliffs and tall trees, I could already smell the aroma of flowers, and I could even hear birds singing. I felt relief, this place seemed peaceful.

Just as I thought that, I remembered home. Sadness overcame me, I knew we would never see Azeroth again. But I also knew it was safe, that we had stopped the invasion of the Iron Horde.

I took a deep steadying breath, and gazed out to the inviting scenery before me, and a small smile tugged at my lips.

I would make my new home here, wherever here was.