"Ah..."
Ye Ting sighed as he looked at the girl before him, who had suddenly lost all confidence again.
"We've already come this far, and now you're suddenly saying you don't want to do it anymore. How can you be so irresponsible?"
"But... but..."
Yrel opened her mouth.
"But I've really never done anything like this before."
"But hadn't you also never dominated the arena before?"
Ye Ting shot back with the same argument. "The Yrel of the past wasn't even a paladin, and wasn't acknowledged by the shadows either. When I first met you, all I saw was a little priestess trembling in despair inside a cell.
"But now, look—your fighting ability has even earned the Orcs' recognition. You defeated opponent after opponent in the arena, and you mastered both the Holy Light and the shadows at once—no one before you had ever managed that—
"Most importantly, you killed one of the strongest Orcs, Kargath Bladefist, in a one-on-one duel. He was an Orcish legend. You accomplished what countless Draenei could not. I'd say that once you return to Shattrath, you could even become a High Vindicator. These are all things you'd never done before, things you thought you couldn't do."
"Thinking about it that way, do you still believe you can't be a leader?"
Ye Ting's comforting words, which sounded like reproach but were really praise, warmed the girl's heart. Yet the insecurity within her still remained.
"Those... those things were all thanks to you... You taught me the ways of the Holy Light and the shadows, and you trained me into a qualified warrior. Without you, I..."
"So, do you trust me?"
Before the girl could finish, Ye Ting interrupted her.
"Of course. Yrel trusts Lord Sandor."
When it came to that, Yrel answered almost without hesitation.