When Elariel returned to her room to the smell of the cooking stew and Tae'loren's handsome face she couldn't help but return his smile. She shrugged her cloak off and put it on the chair beside the door as she crossed over to him. She felt an overwhelming sense of relief that he was there, safe. After the events at the old farmstead she had been worried for their safety. She knew that they were still at great risk, but at least they had a day to further their plans.<br/><br/>Elariel crossed the room, reaching out and putting her hand on Tae'loren's shoulder before leaning down and pressing a kiss against his forehead. It was such a prematurely intimate gesture given how long they'd known each other, but somehow it felt right. Theirs was a deep intimacy of primal feeling rather than the closeness of long-drawn familiarity. As a wise scholar, Elairiel would never claim to know everything about their world, but she was certain there was some overarching sense of destiny that had brought them together at the right moment to meet.<br/><br/>"Did you find the Druid? Was he able to give you any counsel?" She asked as she settled down on the seat across from him.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>