[ And as soon as the tears come, an armored hand drops to brush them away, a face darker still focusing into view above her. The familiar rasp of a voice, a comforting touch she's sure to recognize. That of Neltharion. Or is it of Deathwing? The identities seem to blend together in her blurry haze of a mind, but one thing is certain: she is not, nor will she ever be alone. ]
Indeed. That is who you are. Now and forever.
[ No matter his name, the one called brother pitches forward in his bedside chair, exhaustion clear in his worn features. Warily, he tries to coax more out of her, though expects little in her battered state. ]
Are you well, Alexstrasza? [ Seeing her tormented so, having watch her thrash through the nightmares, makes his black heart break. ] Have you returned to us at last?
[ She is slow to react to his words--the effects of her deep sleep still linger, still dull her senses. It is only after a long, drawn-out moment that she whispers his name tiredly, Neltharion, and closes her eyes again. For a moment it seems as though she's drifted back into the realm of her dreams.
But it is short-lived as a flicker of power swells within her and in a flash of soft, warm flame her telltale horns burn back into existence, her ears return to the pointed tips of the elven guise she wears, and that utterly serene essence returns to her. ]
[ Deathwing can't help but smile at the display, which even in her condition is the very definition of regal. With a dip of his head in acknowledgement, Deathwing is more than patient enough to wait for her to regain strength, speaking to her in what he hopes is a comforting tone all the while. ]
Be still, my sister. I've taken you somewhere safe; no one will harm you, not ever again. [ It's a bigger promise than he can honor, really, but it just seems the right thing to say. ] Your friends and loved ones are at peace. The curse has ended.
[ She'd hurt him, drained from him the very thing she'd meant to give to all creatures. Taken his power, his lifeblood... Alexstrasza weakly clutches at the sheets of the bed as she opens molten gold eyes a sliver, trying to reach out to her mate--trying to find any sign, anything, that he was okay ]
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Indeed. That is who you are. Now and forever.
[ No matter his name, the one called brother pitches forward in his bedside chair, exhaustion clear in his worn features. Warily, he tries to coax more out of her, though expects little in her battered state. ]
Are you well, Alexstrasza? [ Seeing her tormented so, having watch her thrash through the nightmares, makes his black heart break. ] Have you returned to us at last?
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But it is short-lived as a flicker of power swells within her and in a flash of soft, warm flame her telltale horns burn back into existence, her ears return to the pointed tips of the elven guise she wears, and that utterly serene essence returns to her. ]
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Be still, my sister. I've taken you somewhere safe; no one will harm you, not ever again. [ It's a bigger promise than he can honor, really, but it just seems the right thing to say. ] Your friends and loved ones are at peace. The curse has ended.
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[ She'd hurt him, drained from him the very thing she'd meant to give to all creatures. Taken his power, his lifeblood... Alexstrasza weakly clutches at the sheets of the bed as she opens molten gold eyes a sliver, trying to reach out to her mate--trying to find any sign, anything, that he was okay ]
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