[he ran his hand along the wood, and frowned. It figured that the one time he would have actually had a use for his brother, he was eons away. Almost makes him wish he paid more attention to Cenarius...almost.]

So I see.

[even so, he removed the cloth wrappings from his wrist, and used it to bind the fractured bow. It would not be able to shoot, but it would not be so fragile to carry. With his task done he returned the weapon to it's proper owner.]

That should hold it for now. Once we break free of this place, have Tyrande look at it. She may be able to mend the wood.