A/N Rating changed to M due to this chapter, thanks for reading :)

Aelana led them down the stairs to the left where they entered an inn, a sign which read 'The filty animal' hung above the entrance. This had been the most obvious place to go when looking for some mage to get passage to the Undercity. They could, of course, have asked Rhonin, but they had to find Orcash and Kitty first. Angel also figured that Aelana would be hungry, she hadn't eaten since they left that morning, and she herself could actually use some too. She was happy that she could at least get a proper meal this time. She used to feed on soul fragments, these were created by the warlocks of the cult of the damned. When they raised undead ghouls or other inferior scourge from human corpses small parts of their souls would escape, these were trapped in soulstones and then passed on to the beings who were feuled by this energy, mostly the val'kyr. She sincerely hoped she had never have to consume those again. They sat down at a table all the way in front of the inn, to the right of the entrance in the corner. There were a few other people in there who sat far away from them. Aelana went looking for the innkeeper while Angel had to deal with all the hard stares coming her way, she missed the priestess's aura of safety more and more by the minute.

When she did finally return she found the undead with her wings in front of her head, she ran towards her and asked what was wrong. "I am not welcome here, can't you see?" she whispered. "we will leave tomorrow, let's just eat something alright? I ordered some grilled springpaw lynx meat and some Silvermoon spirits, they got like all the stuff we have at home here, I know you don't eat much but please have some." When the val'kyr hybrid didn't respond, Aelana sat down on her lap, pulled the wings away and kissed her, earning a soft gasp from the people looking their way. "There, now they know what you mean to me," she whispered, "They will learn to accept you, the hard way." Angel's cheeks turned all red, "thank you," she mumbled, "grilled lynx sounds wonderful, I just hope it still tastes the same for me as it did before." The priestess grinned and sat down on her chair again and held the other woman's hand tightly under the table. Some time later Aelana left again to pick up what she had ordered as the innkeeper, some female orc, refused to come anywhere near the undead. Angel was glad to find out that besides her smell, her taste had also returned. She wouldn't want to miss such an expertly cooked meal. The lynx meat together with the wine from Silvermoon made her feel at home again.

After they were finished, the sin'dorei said she managed to get keys to a room for the night, and that she would have to go to the bank to withdraw some more money from her account the following day. Walking to the entrance of the inn and looking outside to the sky proved to the former paladin that it was already quite late. The skies were black but yet filled with colourful stars and the lantarns of Dalaran were lit, the streets nearly empty. If Angel was quite fair she was also sleepy, the last couple of days took their toll on her. She asked Aelana what their room number was. The priestess said she would go to the room as well, so the former paladin just followed her. In their stone room on the third floor were two beds a washing table and a windowless room with a view on Sunreaver's Sanctuary down below and the rest of the city.

Aelana, tired as she was, got undressed and stepped into her bed. Seconds later Angel threw off the covers and lied down next to her. The priestess had quietly hoped her to sleep together with her anyway, she loved the warmth of the other woman's wings. She did not expect to get carried away so far in the kiss that Angel had planted on her lips after that. She kissed back with equal fervor and it turned into more than kissing soon enough. She could feel the undeads hands fondling umder her bra and stimulating the nubs at the ends of her breasts. She looked for Angel's own under the small breastplate she wore. She was rewarded with two white wings wrapping themselves around her and caressing every bare part of her body. In return she placed her right hand between Angel's legs looking for her sensitive areas, all while deeply kissing the person she loved. The undead too, went exploring for Aelana's weak spot. Aelana didn't have to do much at all but it seemed to be enough as the former paladin gasped as she came, still kissing and rubbing her wings all over the priestess's body. At some point it became too much for her as well, she gave in as her Angel carried her to heaven.