Faern turned her head and looked up at the Draenei, one allied with The Sha’tar in Shattrath city. Currently she was in the infirmary, and had been for the past day or so. She had guessed something was wrong, she was usually healed and ready to leave within five hours, not over twenty four (apart from that time she had ran out of blood). Faern’s reaction caused another sad smile to creep onto the pearly face of the Draenei, who sat down beside her on the bed and gently patted her shoulder, sighing and looking at Faern as one would look at a child; she felt so responsible for this little one.
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