Her whole lithe body seemed to tremble faintly with the force of her self restraint as Brom stepped close, his body dwarfing her. Every nerve screamed in her to flee, and she called silently to mind a calming song of Diune, one she often used to soothe beasts too panicked to be still for her to do her work, and it helped her remain still as his large hand skimmed over her face and hair, and his hard, flat gaze fixed upon her own. Elandriel remained silent, watching him, waiting.