AN: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING OF WORLD OF WARCRAFT! IT BELONGS TO BLIZZARD!

AN: Nothing too special about this chapter... more of filler, sorry!

"Ngh. My head... ow..." Creed whisper-groaned sitting up from the plush, scarlet bed.

Creed looked around the room and saw the softly breathing form of Rommath beside her, sleeping. Creed freaked out looking around like she had no clue why she was there, but her memory came to her of last night... the talking, opening up, the kisses...

Soft smile grazed her lips.

Creed's eyes looked to the scarlet colored glass window... the moon was just setting and the smallest of rays of the sun cracked over the horizon. She had slept for a good six hours at least.

Quickly, but careful of not disturbing the Blood Elf next to her, she stood and pulled on her boots.

Creed walked around to his side and leaned down to press a gentle kiss to his temple. Observing him... he looked very angelic with his hair splayed out around him like a dark halo and relaxed features.

"Thank you for listening..."

The like that, Creed stealthed out of Rommath's home back to her inn room where she was surprised to see her armor fixed and and cleaned with a small note attached to it. The perfect Thalassian script wrote,

My dear friend, Creed,

I had taken you armor to the blacksmith and tailor. I hope you did not mind. I did not find you in your room, so I dropped them off. I hope you are recovering well, when I returned to the Healer's ward you were gone, but I assumed went back to Draenor. Please be safe.

May the eternal sun guide you, Sanguil Dawnstriker

Creed smiled warmly. The conversation she had with Rommath last night came back to her...

She couldn't let her fear rule he anymore, she wanted to be truly good friends with this kind, loving, Blood Elf Priest. She felt rejuvenation run through her... no more holding her life back by fear.

Putting her beautiful Heroes' Bonescythe battle gear on... Creed saw she had no weapons.

'They broke in battle...'

Creed heaved a giant sigh of frustration and slumped her shoulders in defeat. Thankfully she remembered her bank; she stored a small of arsenal of really well made and highly skilled one handed blades... daggers, axes, and swords. Creed sighed thankfully and hearthed to grab her new weapons before she was to be taken to Dalaran with her meeting with the Horde Ambassador and Jaina Proudmoore.

Creed smiled happily to herself as she sat in the cot as the delicate hands of Sanguil hovered over her chest and side, admitting a glowing healing light that soaked Creed with an all too familiar warmth.

"You seem happy, even though you just went to battle a few days ago and fell unconscious yesterday from blood loss." Sanguil looked curiously to her Human friend.

"Yes. Yes I did. But I got new weapons!" Creed twisted her new sword in one hand and the axe held firmly attached to her belt, both curved beautifully, shined with poison, and sharp with deadly intent.

"Thank you for saving me. I heard Daliah had tried to kill me while I was in recovery... I also heard you have a fantastic right hook. She was lucky I was unconscious, I would have not let her live another day for such a cowardice move." Creed smirked as Sanguil looked up at Creed with embarrassment.

"It was not an issue. I have been wanting to do that to that philandering trollop for sometime. She makes Priest look bad." Creed laughed.

Sanguil then smiled a little sadly at her.

Creed saw it even thought Sanguil tried to hide it... she knew. The Blood Elf desperately wanted her husband home. Creed's voice softened as she spoke to Sanguil.

"How is Ana'day? She still playing with the Scorchling I brought her?" Sanguil suspiciously looked up at Creed who quickly tried to hide her mirth.

"Yes she is. I think she forgot about other Blood Elf children when you got her that. All she does is laugh and play with it... it has made her forget about her father, for the time being. Thank you." Sanguil sounded bittersweet, but grateful.

Rulkan had told her a few months ago that she had a lead on the location of Wynrion Dawnstriker... now it was the matter of time and place to get him. Luckily this morning she sent Rulkan out with one of her Hunter followers to track his Blood Elf sent.

Sanguil stood, finishing healing the left over wounds on Creed. Creed sprung forward and hugged her tightly to her body.

Sanguil tensed at first then relaxed... soon her shoulders shook and a muffled cry muffled into Creed's leather armor. Creed held her tighter and rubbed her back.

"It will get better, I promise you, Sanguil. By the oath of my blood and my honor, I will help you. Never be afraid to ask me anything." A small whimper came from Sanguil as she looked up at Creed. Fel orbs meet determined mauve orbs. Creed spoke in Orcish so the other Priest did not hear their conversation.

"Thank you... I am sor-" Creed held her hand to stop the apologize,

"There is nothing wrong with crying... it makes you stronger when they come out, I know now." Creed whispered to Sanguil who stood tall next to her friend.

A subtle cough made the women turn to a smiling Halduron.

"Ambassador Creed, the portal is open... it is time for the meeting." Halduron escorted Creed out towards Sunfury Spire. Creed bowed a little to Sanguil, and left with the taller and male elf.

"You keep surprising me, Creed. You are truly a rare gem. What you said to that woman touched my heart... you care for my people as if they were your own. Thank you." Creed looked up at Halduron.

"I love them as much as I do every other race. They are my people too." Creed left Halduron standing there with wide eyes. She smiled and ran to Rommath as they entered the portal into Dalaran.

**Northrend: Crystalsong Forest- Dalaran**

Rommath was silent but watched smugly as Creed gasped loudly and was knelled over trying to hold her early lunch in. She held the end of her Alliance tabard close to her mouth to stop from vomiting.

"I take it you don't like portals?" Rommath's face was blank but his eyes laughed at her.

"Can it, Mage." Creed growled playfully at Rommath as they began to head towards the Violet Citadel.

"Thank you for yesterday, the listening and all." Rommath gazed deeply at her then nodded.

"Did anything else happen last night? It seems a little fuzzy."

Rommath seemed to pause in thought and said quietly, "No."

"Oh... okay, thanks." Creed's eyes turned down. She was pretty sure everyone in Dalaran could hear the loud crack that pierced through the exterior of her heart, she remembered the kiss and the feel of his skin... so why was he lying? She had been tipsy yesterday, not drunk.

AN: Aw... Rommath that was such a dick move :(