Willowe awoke with a start, blinking for a moment to clear her vision. Upon seeing Swift's frantic face, the worgen dashed into Myri's room, shifting into her worgen form. Once she saw the bindings, she let out a low snarl and slashed them free with a movement from her claws. She began trying to shake Myri awake, figuring it was better the girl knew she was okay than to immediately throw her into an induced sleep.
"Myri! Myri! Wake up! It is just a dream. You are fine. You are safe. Nothing will hurt you while I am around," the druid said soothingly, resorting to cradling the draenei to her, rocking gently in an effort to calm the hunter down.
((Motherly Willowe is motherly.
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Indi threw herself backward on the bed, staring up at the ceiling with a frown from where she lay. "Sadly, I know where this all stems from," she said angrily, the anger directed at herself. "Whereas most death knights learn to control their powers and control the taint that comes with them when they broke free of the Lich King's hold, I never learned that. I was alone and afraid and hated what I had become and the things I had done. I was so terrified of myself that I did what I could to keep from fighting. I traveled alone and typically avoided cities. Until I met you guys anyway."
She barked out a harsh laugh, frown deepening. "Centuries of running from myself and all it's earned me is a lack of self-control." She looked to Decay. "Did you know they tattooed me? Put the frost and unholy runes on my forearms, and like the bastards they are, stuck the blood ones over my heart. A permanent reminder of my own taint, power, and origin." The death knight snorted and fell silent, feeling uncomfortable after sharing all of that. She wondered how Decay had pulled through.
"As for Zar getting a warlock trainer...can't say that we haven't tried. So far most of them have been less than helpful, but Saturo gave him a book."
