Elariel must have helped quite a few injured friends in her time, for the hunter was indeed going to protest the logic of resting at such a critical time when they should be safeguarding her information, but somehow he knew better than to argue with her. He actually welcomed her help to the bed, his body tensing, accustomed to the less giving beds he's had. Tae'lo'ren did eventually relax, though, and before he could thank Elariel she was gone again, returning soon with fresh food. He took his portion, then took her hand. "Thank you, Elariel."<br/><br/>He ate slowly, but heartily, savoring the stew and the bread, savoring the simple tastes and textures that the two of them almost lost today. He found himself thinking about the others, about their families, and about how the two might safeguard the knowledge they held. The hunter cast the hunt aside for the moment, realizing that the two would not have a chance to rest again after this for some time. His eyes met Elariel's. "What do you think we should do next?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>