The hunter was surprised by his own admission that he loved Elariel. Less than a week ago she'd tried to kill him. Had Tae'lo'ren gone so long without companionship that he was immediately attaching to Elariel? Or was it that he'd lived long enough to see beyond an individual's affiliation and race and accepted her for who she was? The latter made little sense, being that she had embraced her Fel power, but hadn't he as well? His mind was a jumble of disarray. He did manage a smile though, seeing the flush in Elariel's skin. Did she love him, as well, or was she embarrassed for him?<br/>"Good idea." he said, allowing Elariel to take his hand.<br/>Once they finished, Tae'lo'ren took their bowls and set them by the sink, then gathered his gear and checked the door. Confirming that there was no one lurking in wait for the couple he waited for Elariel as they exited the inn and made their way to the grove where his druid ally dwelt.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>