"What did he say?" Caponia sat beside the stream, kicking up splashes with her small, fair, pink feet.
Sylvanas walked upstream from Caponia, unfastened her pauldrons, took off her hood, and washed her long hair.
"Rowan set one condition: Quel'Thalas must rejoin the Alliance." Sylvanas took the towel Caponia handed her and carefully dried her silky hair.
Caponia stood up, stepped across the clean bluestones, and came up behind Sylvanas. Her azure eyes shone brightly. "I didn't expect our young friend to have such a strong sense of responsibility."
A warm breeze drifted past as Caponia used Cinderfire to dry Sylvanas's hair.
"Our young friend? Hmph. Do you really think he's some harmless little boy? Grow up, would you?" Sylvanas snorted, warning Caponia against judging Rowan by her first impression. He might be young, but he was mature and deeply calculating.
A busty, brainless idiot like Caponia wouldn't even realize she'd been used up and tossed aside.
Caponia's slender fingers wandered through Sylvanas's golden hair. As she smoothed it out, she tugged a little harder.
"Ow, you're hurting me," Sylvanas complained.
Caponia ignored her and continued, "Does being calculating mean he can't be a good person? Why do you have to judge him with such prejudice? Has Rowan ever hurt you?"
"No, but is there anything wrong with staying wary?"
"No, no, you're always right." Caponia stuck out her tongue, humoring her.
Caponia erected an Arcane Illusion, sealing off the clearing beside the stream.
"Aren't you going to bathe?"
"No. Once every two days is enough." Sylvanas had just washed her hair and saw no need to bathe every day.
Caponia looked disgusted. "You're all sweaty and smelly. Filthy. Keep watch for me. I'm taking a bath."
"Oh, right, I forgot to ask. Does our young friend have a girlfriend?"