*one of the elves comes near to her and crouches down to pat her shoulder* It’s alright. Once you build a tolerance to the fel-blood, you’ll feel better. Kael’thas knows best, we should all listen to him.
Milena: *looks over at Desiree* We thought you died. Glad to see you back with us again. *grins at her*
*meanwhile, some particularly sick blood elves are being escorted to the edges of the camp. They have scratches on them and greying necrotic flesh, and seem to be suffering as they are moved*