After losing a fair number of their Dragonsworn, Alexstrasza is a bit on edge. There has been too much loss lately in all of their lives, the loss of her consorts and their numbers thinned, meant that every breath of life that was breathed into the Dragonsworn should be approached with kindness.

With hope.

"Are you troubled, champion?" Naturally he is, but maybe he hadn't meant for anyone to hear him speak out loud?