Elara ran a finger over her chin while she thought, watching Cyne's expression as he absorbed the permancy of the situation should the portal be destroyed. "If it would bother you to have the portal destroyed, if you would like to cling to the hope of one day returning home, Cyne, I can simply state it would be more advisory to watch it for signs of issues from your realm instead." She rested her head back against the wall as she studied the ceiling of the room they were in. "While you are essentially a peace-making trade piece, I don't expect that I will have to keep you here forever, Cyne. Unless you wished to remain so. But with these... possible developments, the risk is very real. But again, I only suspect. I have no confirmation that your father is doing anything other than mourning your loss."<br/><br/>Here, Elara was speaking very plainly, not looking over her shoulder for anyone who might be listening like she was prone to doing back at her home, her tone not haughty or full of herself like she was in the bath the previous night. She seemed to be nothing more than what she was, a war leader suddenly given governship of an entire species and responsible for the recovery of her kind from the struggle of war.