These emotions and behaviors were foreign to the hunter, having spent extended periods of time in solitude in Shadowmoon Valley. When Elariel nestled close to him, draping him with her arms, brushing his cheek with hers, Tae'lo'ren felt a surge of passion, not to bed the mage, though he did seem to eternally crave her, but of intimacy, of companionship, of being bound to her. He found himself yearning to simply make time stop so the two could have a moment to themselves to learn about the other, truly learn about each other. The hunter found himself recalling his nightsaber Jaela, hoping that she would understand why he had to leave without much of an explanation. He then found himself hoping that she would accept Elariel.<br/>A smile creased Tae'lo'ren's lips as he felt Elariel's lips on his cheek. Despite the fact that only a few days had passed, he felt as though he'd known Elariel for years. He found himself immediately rising when she stated that she needed to step out to buy supplies, beginning to offer his company. It was then that the words died, for he realized that he needed to contact Aeo'leth and have the gnome mages with him take a look at the map Elariel had drawn. "Will you be safe by yourself? Can they track you here?" He almost felt as though he were patronizing Elariel, but it couldn't be helped; he cared for her. More so after she discovered what tainted his blood and she still accepted him.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>