Tae'loren seemed to be lost in his own thoughts as they ate, and Elariel wondered if she had made the wrong response to his admission.  It wasn't that she could feel very deep feelings developing for him, because she could, but she had always been far too cautious in areas of love and lust. Well, at least until now. Either way, she knew that she was tied to him for whatever may come, as she couldn't imagine her life without him in it. Strange, considering they'd known each other less than a week, but she supposed that was how any worthwhile relationship would begin.<br/><br/>When they finished their meals Tae'loren set about getting ready, gathering his gear and making sure he had everything. Elariel did the same, filling some of the many pockets in her robes with new reagents she had picked up, and making sure her small daggers were tucked neatly into place. Just in case. When she was done she stood back, keeping quiet while Tae'loren checked the halls, and then following him into the town beyond.<br/><br/>Elariel was saddened to be leaving Dalaran again. It had been so long since she had spent a decent amount of time in a flourishing city. However, the grove where Tae'loren's druid friend lived was undeniably a beautiful part of nature. Scenery like this often humbled her, reminded her of how (even with her relatively long possible life span), she was nothing more than a passing feature on the landscape around them. Tae'loren though, she knew he was much older than her. She didn't even need to ask. He had that feel about him. She wondered if it bothered him, if her being so much younger would frustrate him as much as it had her colleagues.<br/><br/>"This part of the world... These woods... So many things around here remind me of just how little of this world I have experienced," She confided to her lover in a hushed tone.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>