**Coheed and Cambria on today while I write this.**
Several days passed in a similar fashion. Raj would wake curled up with the elf, leave her in the care of his sister while he trained, then return each evening to curl up with the girl once again. Niabu had softened where the care of the elf was concerned, realizing that noting could change what had already occurred and her involvement in it. The elf had saved her brother from a fate unknown, she deserved to be treated well. Truth be told the fear and pain she witnessed etched on the elves face when in the throws of her fever made Niabu sad for must have taken place.
The nights were long for Raj, the elf went from being calm and snuggled into his arms to restless, babbling on in the strange language and struggling with the demons that lived in her fever ridden mind. The contact he had with his elf caused many troubling emotions. Hours spent wiping her brown with a damp cloth and whispering soothing words in her ear, left Raj feeling very possessive of the girl. She was more than some alliance priestess, a night elf whore, she was his priestess, yet she would never really be his. When her body was pressed into his and the heat of her skin could be felt from head to toe, she felt like his.
On the fifth night her fever finally broke, soon she would be awake, he was happy at the thought of her getting well and to be able to learn her name. Such a silly thing to think about, her name, when she had been on the brink of death but the mystery of her name had haunted him often. In all this happiness he was feeling bubble up inside, he also felt a feeling of impending doom. The time was coming when he would hand her over to Torq, the orc would take his priestess to a safe place and possibly find her a way back to her people. Raj knew the time they had together would be short in her recovery, he would need to keep his distance from her while awake and then pass her off and forget this troubled time, that thought should bring him peace but something felt wrong in thoughts of never seeing the elf again.
Raj shook his head as he found himself doing many other times as of late and walked into the kitchen for breakfast. " Nia how long do you think it will take for her to wake?"
"Could be a few hours could be a few days. Her body is still weak Raj." Niabu replied
The two continued to talk about the well being of their patient as they ate. They had spoken before of Torq taking the elf and again they spoke of the fateful day.
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Liana awoke to the soft sounds of voices, it was a happy sound, she was snuggled in a soft bed that felt like home. For a moment Liana went back to a time far away when she was but a child, the sounds of the busy Darnassus streets were real to her, she could hear the people conversing in the market could hear the musings of Morgana and Elyse as they argued over the arcane vs the powers of the earth. Her wonderful caretakers, she missed them, Elyse had been lost to them at the hands of Horde raid and Morgana, a human mage who lived in Darnassus, had left for a position in Storm Wind. Times had changed for her after that, she had gone to live with the mages in Dustwallow, but now was not the time to think on it, she knew she was not in her old almost forgotten home. Liana's head ached as she tried to remember where she was, the room was simple, a bed, a table, a couple chairs and one dresser. Nothing too telling, she had to be at an inn, but which inn and where? The only real odd thing about this inn was her door being open, whomever she was staying with in this room was remiss about privacy. She tried to sit up but her body was not allowing her to do more than prop on one of the pillows. From her partial sitting position she could see someone at a table in the next room.
Terror struck her as she realized it was not a friend, two trolls, sitting at a table conversing in the next room. Liana laid back down attempting to hide herself in the blankets. "Where am I?" she whispered to herself. Vague memories filled her mind of fire and death, something was not right. Was she a prisoner? No a prisoner would not be kept in a soft bed in someones home. Why could she not remember how she got here or where here even was. The sound of footsteps getting closer to the bed brought Liana back to reality. She evened out her breathing feigning sleep.
"Nia I will be gone longer today, Thrall asked me to ride out to a settlement in The Barrens." the voice was so familiar, did she know this troll. "I wish I had had time yesterday to ride out but by the time Thrall's messenger found me it was late afternoon."
"Has there been more trouble?" a female voice, Nia she had herd the other troll call her, Liana was tempted to open her eyes and peek but resisted in case she was noticed. She needed more information before she made her awakened state known.
"There was another attack, this time to a small outpost. Most everyone died in the same manner we found the others but it needs investigating further." The troll leaned over and brushed a lock of Liana's hair away from her face before putting on his boots and the leaving the room.
Everything in Liana came alive at the touch, it took every ounce of control not to turn into his hand. Nothing made sense anymore, the only thing she truly knew right now, she was in a safe place.
Knowing that this was a safe place made it easy for Liana to relax. Somehow she would have to regain some strength, figuring out how and why she was here would have to be second to that. Her arms were shaky and her body weak, lifting her head hurt and sitting was currently out of the question. There was no food in sight but she could see a skein of something, not sure if it was wine or water, on the bedside table.
Getting the skein, which turned out to be sweet wine was not easy but now with her thirst sated and the warm bed beneath her it was not long before sleep overcame Liana once again. Her dreams were filled with memories of her childhood in Darnasus, long forgotten memories, happy memories. When Liana woke next it was to the sounds of the troll returning and the smell of food. Again she choose to feign sleep, to watch the troll, maybe some tiny piece of knowledge would take root and the questions of why she was with the horde would be answered.
His clothing was covered in a layer of dirt and dust even his deep blue hair clumped and messy. She supposed the sweat and dirt to be why he removed all of his clothing, even his loincloth and had him now washing off in a basin of water close enough to the bed that, had she wanted, Liana could reach out and touch him. This was the first naked male Liana had seen int he flesh, she had seen drawings in books and paintings of naked males, not even in the caretaking of wounded had she really seen all of a male. Of course it was his backside she had in full view at the moment but it was magnificent all hard muscle and sinew, not an ounce of fat could be seen on his broad back and shoulders. Lean hips lead into a finely sculpted ass, Liana felt a little twinge in her stomach but wrote it off as being hungry, long muscled legs finished off her view of the troll. She was not ready however for him to turn around but when he did the sight that greeted her caused an audible gasp to escape her lips.