Aelana seemed to stop shivering after a while, she had even put up a small smile in her sleep. Her sleeping gave the former high elf the time to think about what had happened earlier. Ultimately she came to the conclusion that she had just been exhausted and needed to sleep, something that came with her regaining parts of what she once was, or so she thought. It really surpised her that Aelana hadn't tried to kill her while she was asleep. Her train of thoughts was interrupted by a load snore coming from her side. She was laying way too comfortable there in her wings. There were certainly many questions to be asked when she woke up. She tried getting some more sleep but found that she was unable to do so.

She just laid there boredly watching the elf sleeping soundly in her wings. The weather outside the cave had only gotten worse, the ice cold wind made a howling sound where it passed the cave entrance. The winged being thanked the light that she was there in time to save this soul from the elements and whatever kind of her former allies that still roamed the place.

After shifting her wing away from the elf's face, pushing her brown hair to the sides and looking at it intently she realised just how pretty she was. The only flaw that could be found on her face were her lips that were cracked by the cold. She lifted her wing to look at the rest of her body but when the elf started shivering, she embarrassedly put it down again.

A few seconds later she awoke. After looking around for a bit her eyes rested on the former elf.

''How are you feeling?'' the undead asked in her native tongue.

The elf didn't quite know how to respond but judging from the fact that she saved her life and told her she wasn't with the scourge it would do no harm to tell her.

"I'm alright, she said, just cold," she answered, still very quietly.

''Why did you do it?'' She continued.

The former val'kyr looked down to the ground and quietly said that she had done many things she wasn't proud of while she was a member of the scourge, and she was looking for a way to make up for what she had done.

''I couldn't leave you to die there, what the hell were you even doing there in just that?'' she pointed to the robes that were laying at her feet.

''I...I...'' she stuttered, ''I was fleeing from a group of ghouls that came out of nowhere," she paused. ''Then I tripped in the snow and thought I was done for, until they walked past me."

She shook her head, "I decided it would be a good idea to lie low until they were out of sight but I couldn't move anymore once they had," she finished, close to tears.

''It's alright," the winged former elf reassured her.

Trying to change topics she asked the elf why her eyes were green instead of the blue that the high elves usually had.

"They are this way," she started, "because of the fel energies we used after the sunwell was corrupted by Arthas," she spat at saying his name.

"After the events that day Kael'thas sought a new source of power for us and renamed us sin'dorei or ''blood elves'' to honour our fallen."

"Guess that includes me too then," the undead started, "I wish I could have helped more but I was one of the first to fall," she sighed.

''It's alright Angel, I am sure you did what you could," the sin'dorei's soothing voice calmed the former elf down.

''No one called me by that name in ages," she said, almost crying, ''Thank you."

The sin'dorei just smiled at that.