The way that Tae'loren apologised made Elariel feel just as heartbroken as his initial concerns had. She watched as he processed what she had said, and how he tried to work through the thoughts in his mind. She settled her spoon in her bowl  and then reached out to take his hand. She gave his warm, calloused fingers a gentle squeeze.<br/><br/>"You might disagree, but I don't feel the need to be fixed. This.... power. It is what it is. I have seen what happens when myself and my people go without it, and... well, it isn't pretty. I have come to terms with the source of the magic, I have accepted it for what it is, and I have learned that- for me at least- the most important thing is what you do with the power, not where it comes from. Besides, there is something sweet about fighting fire with fire. Using their own weapons against them."<br/><br/>Elariel looked at Tae'loren, not sure that he would be pleased by what she had said, but she didn't want to conceal her feelings about this. She knew that arcane powers were one of the reasons for the original schism between their races, and she only hoped that he would be able to see past that.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>