After relaxing against the door for a split second, an odd smell infiltrated Elariel's nostrils; burning. Her heart skipped a beat and she squinted around the dark room. Tae'loren was still on his bed roll, but now he was dressed and his breathing was laboured. The chair in the corner was broken and one of the legs was lying near by.<br/><br/>"Tae'loren?" Elariel's whisper was low and full of concern. She strode over to where the Night Elf was laying and got to her knees beside him. She then threw out a light spell, a bright orb hanging in the far corner of the room. When she saw the state he was in she gasped.<br/><br/>"Anar'alah!" She hissed through her teeth when she saw the splits in his lip and the marks on his cheeks. As she knelt closer his shirt fell loose and she saw two burn marks on his chest, the same chest she had been so enamoured by the night before. "What happened?"<br/><br/>Elariel didn't let the question settle before she reached for her pack. She riffled through it for some healing and pain relief potions as her mind whirred. Something clicked in her mind and she remembered that Roe'nor had left the group discussion for a few minutes. He could of sneaked in then and assaulted Tae'loren. The burning smell was undoubtedly an attempt to breach her wards; what if Tae'loren had tried to escape the room and she had kept him trapped in with his assailant. Her blood boiled with rage and guilt as she took the stoppers out of the vials and held them out for Tae'loren.<br/><br/>"I'll destroy Roe'nor!" Elariel swore, looking at the sorry state of the man who had made such passionate love to her the night before. "Is there anything I can do for you? Are you okay?" Her eyebrows creased as she reached out and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder gingerly.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>