Malfurion's Meditation - The Weight of Small Miracles
My brother speaks often of power.
Of what it can build, what it can destroy.
Today, I saw him carry bread and blankets.
He looked unsure, but lighter somehow.
Lytavis moves through the world the way rain moves through soil -
quiet, necessary, without asking to be noticed.
I think she reminds him of what strength is for.
Not for shaping the world,
but for keeping it alive.
Some call that mercy.
I think it's balance.