Disclaimer: ... Nope. Don't own WoW at all. Not even a smidge.

Side Note: Hm... once again, a possible end... at least, it'll be like this until my WoW account opens up again. HAH. Sorry, folks; no Orc/Belf love.


"Why?"

She wouldn't look at him. She would only end up regretting her actions, and she did not want to regret them.

"Answer me!"

"Because I can," she replied simply, closing her eyes. She was slightly startled when she was grabbed by the front of her shirt, forced to look at her questioner: Khark.

He certainly did look intimidating with his helm on as opposed to if she could see his Orcish face.

"That's not an answer, dammit!" he growled, grip tightening. "Why the fuck are you doing this?"

"Tirion Fordring requires eyes within the Citadel," she replied calmly. "I merely volunteered, as I know my way around fairly well and can easily hide as a human."

"The last time you got near LK, he took over your fucking mind!"

"I'm different from then."

Anaeli took the Orc's hands away from her shirt as she glared into his eyes.

"I can handle myself well," she continued, giving those big hands a small squeeze. Her expression softened somewhat as the Orc's form relaxed. It was nice to know he cared, at least. "My guard was merely down last time, and I made the mistake of depending on someone. I will not make that mistake again."

Silence engulfed the two, and the Death Knight released Khark's hands, turning away from him. She needed to pack what items she needed for her mission, lest she forget something vital.

"It's okay to depend on someone, y'know. Not everyone is gonna hurt you."

Anaeli halted, looking back at Khark. They stared, neither wanting to look away first. She could see the determination in his eyes even with that helmet of his, and she couldn't help but be the first to look away, hand on her hip as she sighed a little.

"Even for an oaf, you seem to have your moments."

"Just don't get killed! We still have duels we need to do!"

"Of course we do... "

Maybe it was just the location and atmosphere, but she couldn't help but smile a little as the warrior went on some rant about what would happen once she got back. She humored him by nodding, throwing in her remarks when it felt appropriate. If anything, she likely would miss the Orc.

Why was she doing this again?

Oh, right: she needed a break.