Elariel's brows furrowed and she visibly bristled at the Druid's comments; about her soul being in an infantile state. She had spent every day of every week of all the years since the Betrayer destroyed her home being told as much. She knew that she couldn't force any sort of change upon her Hunter, but she was wondering what the Druid had been trying to tell her, what his purpose was for having her here.<br/><br/>Taking a sip of her drink to centre herself, Elariel realised that there was something else in the Druid's tone. It was a sense of well-meaning exasperation, the type of exhaustion that came when one had been doing the same thing for too long. She looked up at the earthy druid, wondering just how long Tae'loren had been lost in his self-loathing.<br/><br/>When the Druid's golden eyes finally settled upon her, Elariel realised that this moment may not have been about teaching or learning. Perhaps he wasn't here to impart his wisdom, or to guide her to understanding.No, this was about encouragement. About letting Elariel know that she had set foot on the right path, one that may show Tae'loren that a soul could still be good, could still be worth something, even with a Fel taint.<br/><br/>So Elariel took one final sip of her drink before getting to her feet and smoothing her robes down over her hips. She followed the Druid up and out of his cottage, deep in thought. It wasn't until they were almost back to Tae'oren that she spoke again.<br/><br/>"Thank you," She said to the Druid, looking over at his much taller form with a grateful smile.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>