[While usually Illidan would have known of Tyrande's whereabouts regardless of her proximity to him, he hadn't been putting forth the energy to keep his eyes properly focused. All he could see in the darkness were incoherent blotches of color that could be anything. Thus when Tyrande spoke hi head snapped up in surprised, and he turned around to try and discern exactly where she was.]
Tyrande?
[He winced slightly at the sound of his own voice, it was soft and hoarse, and easy to hear that his nose was very stuffed up. He quickly scrambled to his feet, and focused his vision to see her better, in hopes of trying to at least appear more energetic than he was actually feeling. Before he spoke again he cleared his throat, and there was a telltale sniffle in a vain attempt to clear his nose. He did manage to at least speak more clearly.]
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Tyrande?
[He winced slightly at the sound of his own voice, it was soft and hoarse, and easy to hear that his nose was very stuffed up. He quickly scrambled to his feet, and focused his vision to see her better, in hopes of trying to at least appear more energetic than he was actually feeling. Before he spoke again he cleared his throat, and there was a telltale sniffle in a vain attempt to clear his nose. He did manage to at least speak more clearly.]
What are you doing here?