Seeing Alexstrasza, her former "archenemy," so distraught, Onyxia felt a tangle of emotions, but she knew this was no time for mockery or settling scores.
She simply stated the facts in an even tone. "Deren is badly injured. We're preparing to return to Theramore for his treatment."
The implication could not have been clearer: they had no desire to meddle in the dragons' old grudges or future crises, nor should those matters be their responsibility.
You're the queen of the Aspect Dragons. If the sky falls, it's only right for the likes of you to hold it up.
Chromie blinked beside her, refraining from cracking jokes for once. She had no firsthand experience of the ancient War of the Scaleborn either. Had she not glimpsed fragments of it in the timelines, she would probably have known even less than Onyxia.
To her, it was all ancient history. As long as they did not interfere with her current amusements or her efforts to complete that Oathstone mission she had nearly forgotten, the Primal Incarnates could take revenge on whoever they pleased.
Seeing both Onyxia and Chromie take an attitude of "not our problem," Alexstrasza's beautiful, freckled face showed a flicker of disbelief and anxiety. "Neither of you... wants to get involved? But the hatred between those Primal Incarnates and us Aspect Dragons runs deep. Their vengeance won't be limited to just a few of us."
"Once they decide that all dragons who accepted titan power are traitors, you black dragons and bronze dragons will be on their list as well! They'll come for you eventually!"
At that moment, Jaina stepped forward, her cool voice breaking the strained silence.
As a mortal, she was better suited to say certain things than fellow dragons like Onyxia or Chromie. "Revered Life-Binder, Your Majesty Alexstrasza.