( Tyrande wonders if the humility Leilani displays will be her own undoing in the end. Too much pride and it will ruin one, she has seen it time and time again. But too little, and one risks another set of problems entirely. Still, the woman has proven to be capable for one so young -- she's come to understand that no one here lives past one hundred -- and so Tyrande does not remark upon it. ) And do you suspect that she does not tell you all that she knows? I am certain that if you had a desire, she would.

( But again, Leliani's poor attempts to make it seem as if she's not cold capture Tyrande's attention. The sooner they could find shelter, the better. Elune may not grant her a fire, but she could certainly ask her goddess for some sort of aid to send the chill from their bones. ) Is their not room in their cosmology for more than their own? That perhaps you were not chosen by their God but by one of your own? ( Ah, but then again -- as she understands it, the elven gods have left the elves, just as the human's god has abandoned them. Her hand goes to a small crescent moon that hangs around her neck, fingers tracing the metal. Thankfully, that is something Tyrande will never have to experience. )

You will still kill them now. They have only bought themselves time.