She stands tall, the weight of her armor dragging a bit less heavily under his spell. Though it does nothing to erase the dark circles beneath her eyes, or to make the idea of sleeping for a week seem unappealing, she feels her thoughts clearing.

"Both Luke and I are unharmed, thanks be to the Light," she says. "He performed well under pressure, given his age. But I would prefer to save my praise for a formal report." She shifts her weight from one foot to the other, uneasy in spite of his efforts to put her at ease. "I spoke with one of the Sentinels in Sin'thalas. She was under the impression that the Dragons had attempted to purge the Kaldorei in the past, and that we Dragonsworn are accomplices of those who would kill them. Do you know why she would think so?"