Aelana immediately regretted what she had asked, seeing this reaction coming from the other woman. The elf threw off her sheets and sat down on her knees to get a better look at Angel. When she pulled one of her white wings away from her face the former high elf clutched her head and screamed in pain, reliving the same torment her soul went through years before. The priestess hugged her from behind and soothed her tormented soul with holy light. ''It's alright,'' she said, having an idea what was going on in her mind she continued: ''He is dead now, and you're free.'' The soothing words, magic and especially the gentle touch on her belly calmed the undead elf down a bit. ''I'm sorry,'' she eventually said ''It hurts so much thinking about it. Arthas took great pleasure in wrecking my soul by infusing my paladin spirit with dark energies.'' Aelana rested her head on Angel's shoulder ''I am so sorry,'' she whispered. ''He ripped my soul from my body after he pierced it with Frostmourne and turned me into a banshee,'' she said with tears streaming down her face. ''And if that wasn't enough he made me watch the massacre in Silvermoon and the corruption of the Sunwell too.''

The blood elf could only imagine the undead's pain, she was not in Silvermoon when her people were slaughtered, instead she had been dealing with the trolls near Zul'Aman only to come back to a ruined city. Angel quietly continued ''After a few months in icecrown he made me possess a dying val'kyr that was gravely injured by the Argent Crusade's forces. Shortly after, her mind was horrendously ripped from me as she died. I sometimes still feel the pain from that day,'' she sobbed ''I don't want this pain anymore, please make it stop, please!'' she whispered. Aelana hugged her tighter and rested her head on Angel's left wing ''ssssh,'' she soothed ''I am here, nothing will happen to you.''

Even though the pain that was coursing through her mind was almost unbearable Aelana's touch was so warm to her. It helped alleviate the pain and suffering she went through in order to be bound the the body she had at the moment, only to wreak havoc with it in the Lich King's name. The blood elf did her best to calm the undead elf down, she, no, no one deserved a fate like that. She was such a beautiful person on the inside, and on the outside too, she had to admit. The former elf suddenly turned around and buried her head in the priestess's neck still crying. The sin'dorei hugged her again and stroked her hand through the silver locks of hair. ''You're still a wonderful paladin, you know,'' she said after a while. Aelana felt Angel's wings pressing against her back, a soft 'thank you' could be heard from her. ''I would have liked to meet you one day in Silvermoon,'' the elf said ''but I am glad I got to meet you at all.''

The undead felt the warmth in her words ''I am glad I got to meet you too, Aelana.'' They lay there for some time, just enjoying each other's company. The elf was still stroking the former elf's hair, and was the first to break the silence ''Are you feeling a bit better already?'' she whispered. ''A bit'' was the answer Angel gave her. ''I think I am going to sleep now, should I go back to my own bed?'' ''You don't have to if you don't want to'' Angel replied, she didn't want the warmth to go away just yet. ''Alright I will just stay here then, thank you again for saving me and good night.'' The former elf didn't even think when she replied ''Good night my love.''