Tae'loren's confession pulled Elariel from her self-depreciative musings. Her eyes met his, so golden and open now, and so many things made sense. His knowledge of the fortress, his hatred for Illidan, his utter devotion to wiping out the blight of the Betrayer. She took his question and tossed it around, tasting the words and trying to find his intentions. She cupped his cheek in her hand, a slight frown on her lips.<br/><br/>"I've read about it before, but I've never done it," she said slowly, her green eyes meeting his gold. She could read the plea there, and she could understand it. "I would need to do a bit of research to figure out how to complete the ritual safely... But Tae'loren, you need time to recover. I will promise to look into the transfer if you promise me you will rest. Right now would be the worst time to go for them. Everyone will be on high alert."<br/><br/>Elariel reached down for the pack she had brought, sitting on the ground at her feet, and shouldered it. She then put her shoulder under Tae'loren's arm, helping him, supporting him, as she wrapped her arms around him.<br/><br/>"The others didn't feel strongly about protecting our findings either way. Our people have already lost so much that I doubt they will sacrifice their loved ones for this cause. They should be safe for at least a while longer. If we do this, if we go back for them, we have to do it properly the first time."<br/><br/>Elariel paused, pulling Tae'loren's warm and familiar body close to hers. She muttered the words of a teleport spell which brought them to the land beneath Dalaran.<br/><br/>"A few days in Dalaran to recuperate, for me to research, then we shall see upon the rest," She suggested, looking to him, hoping he would agree.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>