Tae'lo'ren retained just enough consciousness to ensure Elariel finished the cast, then for a few moments his body weakened, falling to the ground as the two appeared near Lordamere Lake. He remained on the ground for several moments, deeply inhaling the scent of dirt and grass, hoarsely panting, struggling to regain his footing. Normally he did not require such aid, but he welcomed the assistance of his lover. Still a bit unsteady the hunter seated himself again quickly, taking the offered potion and quaffing it in one smooth swallow.<br/><br/>The potion affected him immediately, coursing through the hunter's blood, purging and neutralizing contaminants, mending minor tissue damage, and offering just a bit of vigor. He was able to stand firmly now, rising and offering a weak smile to Elariel. “I think I'll manage, so long as there are no more of those mages.” Looking about him with normal eyes, the Fel power having subsided minutes ago, he noted that they were quite a distance from where they had been, not far enough to prevent being tracked, but far enough to provide a plausible escape.<br/><br/>Golden eyes restored, they fixed upon Elariel, and in one swift motion Tae'lo'ren cupped her face and kissed her deeply. “Thank you. What will happen to the others, though? Are they in danger?”<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>