Tae'lo'ren appreciated Elariel's compassion and empathy, relating to the hunter rather than shunning him. It was the admission that coaxed the realization that the two were akin to each other, not just through species, but through the Fel power. For some reason, such an obvious trait hadn't occurred to Tae'lo'ren until now, until he was forced to actually utilize his own power to protect Elariel. They shared a special bond now through this Fel power, and the hunter found himself smiling, knowing that somewhere, the dark demons must be enraged that the two were using it to help others rather than conquer them.<br/><br/>When Elariel nestled her body close to his to support him he began to gently decline the action, deciding to instead try to quickly make a walking stick out of one of the many fallen branches around them, but her closeness soothed his pain and he allowed her to support him, just a little. He listened to her words, carried through the soft melody of her voice. He grunted in response, not because of external physical pain, but because of internal emotional pain. "There is the crux, and curse, of our species, Elariel: We care so much to acquire knowledge, but care little about proper application."<br/><br/>Reflexively Tae'lo'ren braced himself as Elariel began to summon a portal for them. The hunter didn't ask where or why, nor did he feel the need; he trusted Elariel with his life, and with the realization of their singular purpose, he knew she wouldn't lead him, intentionally, to harm. Once on the other side, Tae'lo'ren immediately began to smile, feeling the snow under his feet, around him, but also feeling a strong magical aura. He looked up, and there far above hovered the majestic city of Dalaran. Looking to Elariel he chuckled, then coughed. "You take me to *cough* the nicest places."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>