Pale golden eyes burned into Elariel after her questions left her lips, a bushy green eyebrow rising slightly, a corner of his mouth pulling to the side, the composition of his expression one of mockery at her concerns. "Elariel, you are beautiful in both mind and body and have been a blessing to Tae'lo'ren's life, but you soul is still in an infantile state: Elariel, you cannot change him, only he can change himself, because he is an elf. We are elves. We are the most stubborn race on the planet, and likely the universe, that length of survival somehow correlates to wisdom. It does not."<br/><br/>He paused, realizing that his words may have been a bit harsh. His eyes lingered with hers a bit longer before he spoke. "Elariel, Tae'lo'ren is not on a pre-determined path, but one he has placed himself upon. You must understand this. Simply by being in his life you are offering a new path. This is all you can do. If he chooses to ignore you, of all of us, then he deserves his self-fulfilling damnation." Not a single edge of animosity lined the druid's words, but by the order of the words spoken and which were used, Elariel would likely be able to tell that there was frustration and pain hidden within them. He continued to sip his tea, eyes glazing as he contemplated his own words.<br/><br/>He then looked up at Elariel again, eyes hopeful. "You must be you, Elariel. Maybe that will be enough for Tae'lo'ren to understand how to be him." He then rose, standing by Elariel's chair, waiting to accompany her back outside.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>