One of Elariel's sandy coloured eyebrows quirked up at the Druid's words. She had assumed, from the way Tae'loren had been speaking, that he was one of the supporters of the idea that Tae'loren was becoming an aberration. In fact, the Druid's words were downright shocking. She was about to say as much when the tall, dusky male leaned forward and took a sniff of her. The apples of her cheeks colored and she marveled at the fact that these Night Elve's had such an adept sense of smell. Even Aeo'leth had sensed it on them. She was thankful that her own kind weren't nearly as perceptive, or she and Tae'loren may not have made it out of that camp at all.<br/><br/>Elariel's footsteps slowed as the Druid mentioned that Tae'loren had ostracized himself from the Kaldorei. She had assumed he was a lone wolf kind, but this? By the Sun Well, she couldn't even begin to fathom the level of loathing he must feel for the fel power in himself. Elariel stopped walking completely when the Druid turned to her, his eyes looking over her in a way that made her feel incredibly exposed.<br/><br/>"He had to kill his mother?" She said in a low tone as the Druid walked away. The news hit her like a physical blow to the stomach, and her heart ached at how that must have torn her Night Elf lover asunder. There wasn't a single fraction of a second where she could have thought Tae'loren's actions were anything other than a sacrifice, anything other than a dire necessity. She hadn't known him for long, but she did know that he would never take  a life lightly or maliciously. Elariel took a deep breath before she looked up at the cottage ahead and dashed forward for a few moments to catch up to the druid.<br/><br/>"So... what would you have me do?" Elariel asked. Apart from continuing her relationship with Tae'loren and letting it run an undoubtedly deep and passionate course, she didn't know what else there was that she could do.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>