Tae'lo'ren sat, stew in his hands, hot and delicious with the fresh scents of meat, vegetables, and spices, and all he felt in that moment was regret and guilt. All of this time the hunter had been selfish and bigoted, looking at Elariel, his lover, only feet across from him, and speaking about the same exact condition that affected her as though it were a blight and those involved should be burned. He had been so obsessed with purging the fel power from himself and exacting revenge on those responsible that he hadn't, for a moment, stopped to consider how Elariel had also struggled to maintain her elven heritage with the fel power coursing through her body.<br/><br/>Craddling the bowl in one hand, he lifted his other to gently cup her face, turning her back to face him directly. He felt a few stray golden strands tumble down the backs of his fingers as her radiant green eyes met his, causing another sharp stab of guilt as he thought about what color her eyes had been before. "I'm sorry, Elariel," he practically choked out, his voice a weak whisper of guilt. "All of this time I've been selfish, focusing only on myself and my own struggle with this demonic fel power, not once taking you into consideration and how you've struggled with it for so long. I implied that those afflicted with this fel power were as bad as the power itself, as though everyone affected asked for it. I realize now how wrong I was, and I am sorry. This is no longer about finding a cure for myself, but us finding a cure together for all afflicted with the fel power that Arthas and Illidan forced upon them."<br/><br/>Tae'lo'ren offered a weak smile, hoping that Elariel would accept his apology. He had a feeling she would, being that she had spent all of this time listening to him complain, helping him, and not once judging him.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>