The sight of so many worgen made Aelena uneasy but she violently shoved that emotion down lest it show. So far they had seemed disciplined and true. It was a strange thing, to admire something but to also know that it could not be allowed to continue. The menace these worgen represented many they had to be stopped, no matter how noble they seemed. Garamon entering the circle brought her attention back to the events at hand. It was clear that he was offering Iylldrraen the opportunity to strike from behind. She actually let a single amused sound pass her lips. Her lover was honourable and noble in a way that surpassed even these Druids of the pack and if the huge worgen thought he would take the cheap shot than he misjudged him completely.<br/><br/>The lovers stopped at the edge of the ring and she kissed his cheek as well. When he pulled away she simply stepped back and stood with false serenity as if nothing at all was wrong. Inside however her mind churned. She wondered what Garamon had cryptically alluded to about what would happen if Iylldrraen fell but she knew that if he fell she would not care what happened to her. She was just as worried about what would happen if he won but was infected, would him plan work to restore him.<br/><br/>A soft smile creased her lips at the sight of the elf stripping down. He shifted into his bear form which was smart the thickness, coarse hair would make it hard for Garamon to bite him and she had witnessed what those claws and teeth could do to his foes. Her luminous eyes flicked to the worgen across the ring and she saw it. For just a split second she saw fear. It was good to see that the hulking creature was not so sure of himself now. It boded well for her lover. Still she offered up another silent prayer for his safety all the same.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>