On those evenings a death knight in Stormwind was looking even more alone than usual. Despite the absence of both Aroona and Lilandris, she kept a silent watch beside the Recluse.
Then, one evening Aroona returned. Alone. Looking... different. The death knight wanted to stand up, walk to her. But she took a seat in an outer corner of the building alone. So the death knight remained at her table and occupied herself by milling herbs and mixing inks in silence.
If Aroona wanted solitude, then she of all people understood that need and would grant it to her. If, in time, the druid would want to reach out again, she would be there for her. If nothing else, then at least to listen. She was good at listening.