Author's Notes: Most of you have figured this whole thing out by now. I apologize in advance.
"Abilene."
"Sorry, Love?" He looked up from where he was leafing through a pamphlet on Elune that I had found for him. His eyes had dark shadows under them from his healing experience, but the High Priestess had done well: all the fel had been drawn out of him, and he would make a complete recovery. I twisted my hands together where they were tucked into the sleeves of my priestess robes.
"Abilene. My name is Abilene Shadowleaf."
His face broke into the most magnificent smile I'd ever seen. It seemed to light up the entire room, and I could not hope to do anything about how flustered I felt. He set down the pamphlet and swung his legs around so he was sitting at the edge of his cot facing me.
"Abilene," he repeated, as if it were the most fascinating name in existence. He held his hand out, and I will never know what force on Azeroth drove me to take it. He shook my hand reverently.
"It is a pleasure to meet you, Abilene Shadowleaf. I am Reyloran Darkblade."