[Oof. That's quite a grip, but Adra doesn't falter. He sets his chin, gently, on top of Bel's head.]

I never just say anything. Besides, throwing chairs and being told 'no' sounds like my average day in council.

[He sighs against Bel's hair. No one can see the future, not really, and Adra's not about to make a promise he can't guarantee. But ...]

I don't know what will happen tomorrow, or the next day. I do think that if we're meant to find each other in Azeroth, we will.

But for now, we have this. And I would never leave you here by my own choice.