<span style="color: #408000">As he watched the young demon's tears flow, he felt the prick of his own tears welling to his eyes. He wondered what he had come from to make him so passionate about staying, and he was further intrigued by the prospect of what magic he might be able to teach the great elves--though he doubted not that he personally could be taught something, seeing as his skills in such were below-par for one of his kind. Nonetheless, he could not accept services for himself on behalf of the elven kingdom, nor could he deny services which might benefit them without their consent. Still, if he were to guess, he assumed that the elves would send the demon away should he ask--they were reserved and arrogant and did not often accept others amongst their wakes. <br/><br/>He held up his hand in a symbol meant to convey that he needed a moment to think, and he turned and took a few steps away, wiping the tears from his eyes as they formed. He thought about the home which he had wrought for himself over ages in the wood, far from the main city in which the other elves made their residences. He was a lonely fellow by choice and disliked being around such crowds. And yet, for some reason--preparation, he rationalised it--he had built a living space worthy to be comfortably inhabited by several others, should the need arise. He had designed it with aesthetic and yet it was functional enough that he could harbour the young gentleman, should he choose. Not to mention that it was well hidden. Pondering it further, he reasoned that he could take visitors there on a roundabout pathway to insure that they could not find it again by average means should they ever desire to for any reason to his misfortune. He sighed, straightened and turned back to face the demon and healer. <br/><br/>"Should you find yourselves in a position to accept my offer, I would like to invite you two gentlemen to attend my residence for an evening meal, and to rest the night, seeing as you are quite deeply entered into the forest and it may well be nightfall by the time you would return to your homes." Crossing his hand over his chest, he bowed gracefully and then resumed his pose, glancing betwixt them with an expression blank save for a delicate eyebrow almost unnoticeably raised as he awaited their response.</span>