Elariel seemed just as content to rest in Tae'loren's arms as he was to rest in hers. She fell asleep against his body, her breathing becoming slow and deep as she drifted off. Throughout the night they shifted and turned, but never once did she allow herself to completely lose contact with him. If she wasn't directly in his arms, her hip was pressed against his thigh, her foot pressed against his, her hand resting on his back.<br/><br/>The next morning Elariel stirred early, realising that she had forgotten to close the shutters. But she made no move to get up and shut them. She could feel the body heat radiating from her Night Elf lover, and as she squeezed her eyes shut tightly she wished that she could so easily dismiss the reality of what they must deal with.<br/><br/>Elariel rolled over, placing herself in Tae'loren's arms, against his naked chest. She nuzzled her face into his neck, her lips gently kissing the skin there. Despite everything going on, she couldn't remember such a sense of intimacy and contentment. There was something special that she shared with the Hunter, and it was as real as it was intoxicating.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>