Elariel's eyes darted between her own food (which she found to be wonderfully comforting after their ordeal), and Tae'loren's features as she ate. She was pleased that he had taken the time to settle in, to take care of himself. She reached out, fingers tracing along the skin covering his strong jaw line.<br/><br/>"Next? There are so many things to consider," Elariel sighed, pulling her hand back, her eyes surveying him, still searching for any sign of injury. "  Initially, we were going to try and research this magic more. I have some contacts in this city that can help, ones that I trust to be discreet. But now? With the Silvermoon Mage's guild keeping the others hostage? Well, I want to help them, but how are we supposed to get to them?  And how do we even know who needs help and who will talk willingly?" Elariel sighed heavily, leaning back against he headboard, the rickety furniture groaning under the sudden slump.<br/><br/>"The only good thing to come of all of this is that the others know relatively little. The spell we cast was attuned to me, and that sort of thing is my speciality, it is why I was part of the group to begin with. Sure they will be able to feel the fel of it, the corruption, but they didn't feel it tug at their soul the way I did. Or at the arcane hearstrings of our universe... Soon the guild will realise that the others know nothing. Hopefully they will let them and the hostages go. Then they will come after me. After us." Elariel rested her head against Tae'loren's shoulder gently, her thoughts racing with the plethora of possible paths they could take. "Though I am not willing to guarantee that the guild will let them go unharmed..."<br/><br/>Elariel reached out, threading her fingers through Tae'loren's, looking at her golden skin as it entwined with his dusky purple tone. She wasn't alone in this; he was here with her. Surely, together, they could face this thing.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>