"It'd be best if you rested for a few more days. What happened this time scared me to death." Deren was still shaken by the aftermath. He had never expected that after rescuing her from Arthas and preventing her from becoming the Queen of the Banshees, the Shadowlands still would not let her go. They had actually sent a Pit Lord to Theramore to assassinate her.
"Isn't it all your fault? You came up with that terrible idea of making things difficult for the Orc convoy, and we nearly got ourselves killed." Sylvanas rolled her eyes, her expression filled with indescribable emotion.
"Ah!" Deren was full of grievance. How could this be blamed on him too? But seeing her injured, delicate appearance, he could not bring himself to argue with her. He could only blame himself. "Yes, yes, it was all my fault. I'm sorry!"
"Hmph!" Onyxia snorted unhappily, but she did not continue arguing with the elf. After all, Sylvanas was injured. There was no need to debate who was right or wrong.
"Fine, I'll generously forgive you." Second Sister Windrunner magnanimously expressed her forgiveness toward Deren. "But you'll have to compensate me later." Sylvanas made another demand.
"Compensate you?" Deren froze. Why did this sound like he owed another debt? He could not help looking at his old companion, trying to show that he was innocent.
Sylvanas began sipping the soup Vereesa had served her, then let out a satisfied sigh. "Food at Deren's home still tastes the best. At this rate, I'll want to come here every day to mooch a meal."
Black Dragon and Jaina exchanged glances. Alarms went off in both their hearts at the same time. Onyxia cautiously asked, "How do you want Deren to compensate you? Don't tell me you want him to