Elariel jumped at the comment that floated to her on the wind. She had let her guard down around Tae'loren that she hadn't seen nor heard the druid arrive. She turned around, watching as the golden eyed male fell into step with them. Of course, Elariel realised that his kind could probably hide from her eternally if they so wished.<br/><br/>At the mention of protecting her, Elariel had to stop herself from stating that she didn't require either of their protection. She Tae'loren struggling with his own response. When he took her hand she gave him a reassuring smile.<br/><br/>"Of course," She replied as his lips pressed against her skin. It sent a warm flush to her cheeks before she turned back to this aged, mysterious druid. They walked together a bit more after Tae'loren turned back, but when she looked over her shoulder it was as if they were in an entirely different part of the woods. The trail they were on was gone, and she couldn't see any flashes of Tae'loren's dusky skin through the trees.<br/><br/>"So..." Elariel started slowly, making a concerted effort to take information about her surroundings as well as the mysterious male at her sides. "You wished to speak to me regarding Tae'loren's condition?" Elariel stopped walking and turned to face the druid, her tone showing what she thought of the concept of Tae'loren's fel magic being described as a condition.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>