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"Alright," She pulled back slightly from the hug and stared up at Kalvor. "What do we do?" His lip twisted in thought as he stared about the small shelter. "There's no place here for me to hide," She was unable to hold the tremble from her voice.

"I'm thinking," He muttered, his face shadowed in concentration. Leanadas moved from his side and poked her head out of the shelter, looking for the riders.

"Well you'd better hurry up thinking," She cried, her voice trembling as she spoke. "Because they're heading this way," She pulled her head inside and stared at him. "Now what?"

"Here," He reached down and thrust his armour into her arms, "Put that on,"

Leanadas stared down at the dark armour helplessly. "I can't wear this, it's clearly too big,"

"Then pad it out with the blankets," he retorted, his voice sharp and insistent. "This is the only way we're going to get away with this," he picked up one of the blankets and began to wrap it round her body, bulking out her form. "You don't have to wear the helm, but I have another idea to get you past them," He continued as his fingers flickered about her body, tying the heavy metal to the padding with ease.

Leanadas stood stock still as he transformed her slender frame. She felt heavy, weighted down by the armour that he tightly wrapped about her. "Are you certain that this is going to work?" She asked as he began to wrap her head in the remnants of their harness, tying down her ears.

"No," He answered curtly, securing a strand of fabric to the side of her head. "But its the best idea I've got," He finished tying as the sound of heavy wings beat to a stop outside. "Now lie down and pretend to be unconscious,"

Leanadas lay on his pile of blankets and closed her eyes as Kalvor headed to the entrance of their shelter and hailed the visitors in a rough, unfamiliar tongue. For several moments, he chatted before she heard him draw back the shelter and expose her form to the light. She tensed, panic flooding through her as someone moved closer to her. A small whispered conversation ensued and she felt arms slide beneath her and lift her up.

"It's alright," Kalvor's voice whispered softly in her ear. "They're taking us somewhere comfortable."

Leanadas managed to contain her panic as she felt him lift her body onto one of the Gryphons and someone, possibly Kalvor, mounted up behind her. A strap settled across her body, securing her in place. The rider gave a low whistle and with a sickening lurch, the creature took off into the air. Leanadas focused on pretending to be unconscious as the Gryphon glided through the air. The wind rushed past, chilling exposed skin as Leanadas retreated into her thoughts, trying hard not to worry about her destination. The Gryphon riders and Kalvor shouted conversations in another language above her head and she wished she could understand what they were saying. Lying strapped into the saddle, she fretted about their destination and wondered once more about Kalvor's motives. An interminable time passed as they left the dry heat of the Thousand Needles and flew inland, towards the cooler climes of the forests. At some point, she finally dozed off, before waking as the Gryphon eventually lost height and began to land. With the gentlest of bumps, the Gryphon touched down.

Birdsong drifted in the air as she felt fingers removing the straps holding her down. Someone lifted her free and began carrying her. Kalvor's voice suddenly broke in and her helper stopped and spoke. She heard the conversation even though she did not understand it, but at its close, Kalvor's arms were around her. With sure swift steps he carried her away from the crowd and through a door. He crossed a room, his footsteps muffled by a thick rug before he finally stopped and lowered her onto a soft bed. Removing his arms, he crossed the room again and she heard a door close followed by the click of a lock.

"You can open your eyes now," He uttered, his voice soft. "You're safe,"

She slowly opened her eyes, she was in a room full of soft light and furnishings, the detail in the wooden walls proclaimed the dwelling as Night Elf and she stared sharply at Kalvor.

"Where?"

"Astranaar," He cut off her question as he sank into a chair beside the bed. "It's the only Alliance base that isn't in ruins," He reached forward and began to undo the buckles on the armour that encased her. "I've told them that you took a head wound, they wanted to send in a priest but I declined, saying that a vial of healing potion would be better," She sighed in relief as the breastplate pulled free. "You'll be safe in here for now, we'll figure out how to get you out of here later." He pulled the blanket free and smiled at her. "There's a bath through there," He pointed at a carefully concealed door in the wall opposite. "I'll get you some fresh clothes and some food," He stood and turned towards the exit.

"Kalvor," Leanadas pulled herself upright and walked over to him. "Thank you," She raised her hand and brushed his cheek carefully, not really thinking of anything beyond the exhilaration of relief. Her fingers slid across his skin and she felt him shudder beneath her touch. Silence stretched between them as she slowly leant forwards. He caught her fingers with his, moving back out of reach as he smiled ruefully at her.

"Don't thank me, we haven't got away with it yet." And with that, he turned and left the room, leaving her alone.