Aelana couldn't believe what was said to her. Did the other woman just call her 'my love'? She felt confused but before she could respond the former elf was already asleep, her head still resting under the priestess's chin, her breathing slow and steady. She figured the mental exhaustion must have taken its toll on the poor being. She had to admit though, she could get used to lying in this creature's soft silver-white wings. ''Wait, was I really just thinking that?'' confusion hit her once more. Was she feeling things for her? She thought it was compassion at first, but she couldn't quite place it. Never had she felt this this way before. Sure, she had many guys who said they had feelings for her back at home, especially so after she was pronounced the most powerful priest of the order. She decided to get away from all that by going to Northrend. Another reason being the fact that she wanted her entire family's killer dead, so she decided to help the Argent Crusade's soldiers with her healing abilities. They had send her as a healer with a group of soldiers to clear out the scourge that were terrorising a nearby settlement. She had never thought she would be saved by one of them after they were ambushed, let alone feel this way about one.

She mentally scolded herself for that last thought. "She is not one of them Aelana," she whispered to no one in particular. Angel shifted in her sleep, her face ending up right in front of the blood elf's. She thought about how beautiful this elf must have been when she was alive. Maybe she did have feelings for her. "Was she serious when she said that before," the priestess could only wonder. She kept pondering over it until she fell asleep while still hugging the former paladin.

The news of the Lich King's dead spread rapidly across the tournament's grounds, as the next morning they were woken up by the innkeeper knocking on their door ''Ey, mon, dere be people here for ya, wakey wakey.'' Aelana was the first to wake up, she felt a bit sad to leave the warmth of Angel's wings, but quicky got dressed to see what the troll had that was so urgent. The troll knocked again, harder this time, which woke the undead from her slumber. ''Feeling a bit better there sleepyhead?'' Aelana joked after she had put on her robes. ''I do, thank you,'' Angel responded quietly, still showing some sadness from the day before ''Who is knocking by the way?'' ''It's the innkeeper, I don't know what she wants but it's urgent apparently.'' Aelana opened the door only to find the troll lady acting hysterically over the amount costumers in the inn who had come to see them. The former paladin walked up to her and from what the troll said it seemed that they were here for her.

They entered the tent area of the inn to find that it was filled with people from all races, Horde and Alliance alike. Questions could be heard from a few of them but it was hard to understand when they all talked at once, some of them had to do with whether it was true that the Lich King was dead. Most were just booing solely for the fact that Angel was a val'kyr, and thus, scourge. She had no idea how to react to all these people. It was Aelana who finally spoke: ''Yes, he is dead, the Lich King is no more, and so some of the the more intelligent scourge were freed from his will, like her,'' She nodded in the direction of the undead, ''She was once a paladin of my kind and fell at his hands she told me, I think she deserves more respect that what you give her here.'' The audiance was unfazed by this ''LIES!'' sounded through the inn ''You just want us to believe he is dead and then kill us all when we think we are safe!" another said ''Kill her!'' yet another one said. ''It's true,'' sounded a loud and icy voice from the back of the inn ''The Lich King is dead,'' the sound belonged to a female sin'dorei who had seen better days, her skin was all grey and her eyes emitted an eerie blue light, a death knight, ''I was there when he fell.''