Quite literally nailed to the wall, Lauralana allows her green eyes to slip closed, actively focusing on the pain the rings sent forth through her body, anything to draw her attention from the roaming hands of the female spawn. Her body trembles, spasms a few times as she battles shock.<br/><br/>When the jostling resumes, her body swaying at first with the motion of the wagon, causing her hands to yank painfully at the spikes driven through them, the elf woman hisses but manages to bite back a cry.<br/><br/>Even after he apologized, she continued to keep her eyes closed tightly, breathing deeply trying to work up enough strength to speak without showing the amount of torment she was in. "I tried to spare you this Tristan...but it is I who should be sorry...my arrogance at ..at being so sure that I could take on the spawn...blinded me to the warnings..."