Zeri mused a little at the recognition. It seemed some of the Dragonsworn's powers were finally making themselves visible. She did not smile in the fashion most people smiled; it was closer to a smirk. She didn't usually honeymoon as a night elf after all.

"I am fashioning a portal to our sanctum, the home of the Blue Dragonflight. Very soon, this forest will be overrun and we will be unable to hold them any longer. That is why we must collect the wounded and leave as soon as possible."