Elariel's heart thundered beneath her breast when Tae'loren gently ushered her into the silo and shut the door behind her. She regretted asking him for time them, thinking that instead she should have helped him to fend off their enemies before casting. It was a matter of trying to help with the fight or speeding their exit. As she pulled reagents from different pockets in her robes she began the cast, not wanting to waste a moment mulling over something she couldn't change.<br/><br/>It was hard to concentrate, with the sounds of battles coming from outside. She could hear the voices of the mages, feel the magic rippling through the area... She hoped desperately that Tae'loren was safe, but knew that she couldn't go out to help him until she was done.<br/><br/>After what felt like a life time, the circle she had drawn in the dirt hummed to life and lines of magic traced all along it, binding magic to the symbols and bringing her spell to life. Just as the last symbol started to glow the door flung open and she looked up.<br/><br/>Tae'loren.<br/><br/>Covered in blood, panting, his entire body looking worn and weak with his effort.<br/><br/><i>“Please tell me...you're ready.”</i><br/><br/>"Yes!" Elariel said, dashing out of the circle and towards him. She slipped her arm under his and helped him to stand, assisting him to go over to the casting circle just as several shouts sounded from outside. "Let's go!" She said before crying out the activation spell.<br/><br/>The two of them tumbled through the space between before falling to the ground on the shores of Lordamere lake. Elariel's first action was to gently assist Tae'loren to the ground, her eyes scanning him for signs of injury. She reached into one of her pockets and retrieved a healing potion. She pulled the stopper out and offered it to him.<br/><br/>"Tae'loren..." She trailed off, eyes filled with concern, "Please tell me you will be fine."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>