Tae'lo'ren smiled slightly, his eyes lowering to gaze at the ground, then slowly rose again to meet Elariels glimmering green eyes. He wanted to tell her what he thought his druid brother might discuss with her, but he did not want to instill more anxiety and fear. Thankfully, the hunter, having spent so much time isolated from society, was able to appear stoic. He smiled, shrugged, and shook his head. "He honestly didn't tell me, which is typical of his ilk. He already disapproves of when I use what power I have, perhaps he thought, if I knew his intentions, that I would use it more to try to discover a resolution on my own." He knew Elariel would believe him, for the explanation fit his personality to a fault and she knew.<br/><br/>He didn't want to give his mage lover much time to analyze his explanation, drawing her closer and kissing her again, deeper, allowing a hint of that fierce hunter's passion to flow from his mouth to hers. He didn't pursue his passion, though, as the potent smell of the stew permeated their room. The deep blue braids of the night elf's head shook as he chuckled. "How about we have something to eat, then we can continue our discussion after?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>