I want some coffee she thinks resentfully, processing all the information coming her way. Not all of it new, of course, but it's a different experience to actually be in Azeroth rather than just listening to campfire stories of his world.

She meets Wrathion's gaze for a moment - strange, that in this world, in his world, those red eyes are not as unsettling as she found them back when they first met; maybe it has to do with the friendship forged along the way - the slightest flicker of uncertainty and hesitation crossing her face.

Help.

"You tell me, then - what comes now?"