Litheniel, mate and once shan'do to Aeus, has spent the past few centuries walking the dream while his younger partner's power grows in the waking world. While deep in slumber, the nightmare took him, and the kaldorei was warped into a servitor for it's will, transformed into a satyr. The Archdruid found him there, corrupted, but refused to end his life, clinging to the desperate hope that a cure could be found, and risking much to keep the satyr alive and contained, enduring the taunts of a creature who no longer remembered him all the while.

The death of Xavius and purging of the Nightmare from the dream and their lord Cenarius eventually set Litheniel free. Though he did not regain his natural form, the corruption that bit at his heart has fled, and he is freed of it's hold. They're both still getting used to the new order of things, and it hasn't been easy, but all things considered, they're very lucky and they know it.

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Haven't fully nailed down Lith's appearance, but I've been wanting to draw him so there you go. Sweet things deserve a soft moment after being apart for so long and what they've been through of late.

Title is the song for this pic.