Aelena's breathing was rapid and her leather armour creaked with each deep inhale. She felt ashamed that she had thought of him that way. Clearly he did not even imagine her that way. her head shook, the slender golden bands on her face tendrils clinking lightly together and her hair bobbing, as if that would banish the images from her mind's eye. She forced herself to stillness. This was not why she was here and she should have no expectations. This was a quest like any other and she should have known better than to expect any form of attachment. She fidgeted, wanting to get out into the open where it might not feel so awkward. Yet he stayed crouched, meticulously checking his armor. The shaman's hand strayed to seed pod and she held it gently, as she often did when she was nervous.<br/><br/>Her hand dropped away after a second though, thinking it foolish to use his gift to calm her hurt feeling over him. She was jerked from her thoughts at his beckoning and reluctantly she stepped forward to see what he wanted. The site of those runes brought a soft smile to her face. After all this time they remained.<span style="color: indigo">"I do." </span>She stated simply. For a long moment they just stayed silent but thankfully it was not quite so awkward. Then, at last, he seemed ready to go. The tall Draenei followed the even taller Elf to the door and thanked him for holding it for her. The severe tone on his face told him that he had the same realization that she had. They would need to stop on their way and pay their respects. With a pang of sadness that rivaled the one that she had felt at his rejection, she headed down the hall of the inn.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>