"Eilirria? We need to take Kiska to Ashenvale."
Epilogue
Light streamed down through the trees, the sounds of wildlife all around them. A horse stood warily watching a large Nightsaber, as two figures stood near one tree nestled against the Stonetalon Mountains. This tree was near an old, abandoned building, and there was freshly packed earth underneath it.
Eilirria's sister, Nyana, had once been told by Kiska that the druid would settle down and live in Ashenvale when she could walk from one end to the other without crying. The forest was a sad place, often filled with more dark memories than good ones. But there had been a very specific reason, Yukale had said. A very important one, for burying her here.
"Let her lay with her husband."
Turning to glance at Eilirria, Yukale wiped at her eyes, "We would come visit him, you know. Talking to ghosts, though the ghost never answered."
Her laugh was a sad one, "Least I could do for stealing his woman."
"You'll keep coming," The hunter stated.
"Of course. Talk to her. Keep her in the loop, so to speak," And Yukale grinned, fully for the first time in a long while, though not without that hint of grief, "Besides. You just know she'd get bored without me."
A hundred years ago, Kiska's husband had drowned, and this was where he rested. Yukale had come to talk to him on occasion, even though she had no idea if he was listening. It had seemed the right thing to do, having become so close to Kiska. The rogue didn't know if a hundred years hence, she might find someone that would dull the pain. It didn't really matter. In her mind, Kiska deserved this. Even though she had loved Yukale, she had never stopped loving the man she now was buried near.
One day, Yukale thought, I will also rest here. Whatever else happens, whoever else I love.
And that was how it should be.