Tae'loren didn't want to be led by Elariel, at least, his mind did not want to be led away from their focus on the mission to rescue her colleagues. Tae'loren didn't allow anyone to ever lead, not after witnessing, and being victim to, as many foolish or flawed decisions as he's experienced. He reminded himself, though, that this wasn't just anyone, that this was Elariel, his elven lover, one who could have killed him in the Black Temple, who could have killed him in her camp with her colleagues, and who could still attempt to betray him even now if she chose. More so than anyone in the hunter's life, save for a particular druid, she was worthy of his trust. When this argument failed, his mind resorted to accusation, demanding what right he believed he had to take a moment of pleasure while others were teetering on life and death, where every moment was precious and irreplaceable.<br/><br/>His body did stop at this, which also allowed Tae'loren to realize that the two had traveled quickly and were almost to the inn. His eyes met Elariel's and saw her concern, a fathomless, tender glint in her eyes that told the hunter that this wasn't just for her, but for him as well. They didn't just need to relieve tension, but they needed to know that they were in this together. He looked down and realized she had been guiding him by the hand this entire time. Her hold was firm, but gentle, as though she were handling an abused animal. He looked back up into her eyes and fell in love with this Blood elf mage again. In a swift moment the hunter pulled the mage close and kissed her fiercely, then just as quickly broke the kiss, dipping and sweeping Elariel up into his arms. He carried her the short distance to the inn, up a less-used flight of stairs and to their room. He paused, realizing that he couldn't open the door, eyes anxiously turning to Elariel.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>