The High Elf listened to the distant explosion, before looking down at Liaena.

She may have been the unfortunate master of explosives, and even though things generally tended to blow up around her; she still didn't posess the power to cause things to spontaneously combust on their own, or conjure explosions out of thin air. 

Sharon believed her, but the fact that Liaena did not have anything to do with the explosion didn't do much to reassure the High Elf.

"She was chasing a fleeing assassin. She could be anywhere." Sharon pondered thoughtfully as he looked away, before gazing back at Liaena.
"The sewer complex beneath Stormwind is immense. Our odds of actually finding her are slim if she has taken but a few corners."

As much as Sharon wanted to leave the sewer, he knew that they were currently also standing on the path Rithrynn was the most likely to return to after she and her sisters had finished hunting the assassin.

"Rithrynn will most likely return to this point. If we go looking for her, we risk running in circles."

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"I'm.... gaahhh *Gasp*! ... [i]glad to heeeaar thaaaat[/i].... !"

Sherpa uttered as he felt the air being squeezed out of his lungs as he was trapped in the steely hug of the Night Elf. Whatever the Night Elf's intentions, the whole situation was a mix between something adorable and something abusive, which his ribs could currently attest to. It was not until his pale face had turned slightly purple that Rithrynn finally let go of him, allowing the High Elf to finally gasp for breath. 
Aside from some bent ribs and shortness of breath, Sherpa felt mostly fine. Which was not bad, considering his proximity to the crazed elf.

Taking a moment to regain his breath, he straightened back up before he looked up at Rithrynn.

"It has been so long." Sherpa said, his voice returning to its natural calm. Raising a hand up to Rithrynn's cheek, he gazed up into her eyes.
"But we do not have much time, I fear. I must leave. This is not the best place for us to meet."