"Please," Elandriel whispered to the human girl, the fright so strong it was prickling under the elf's fair skin, making her own heart be fast, "just be still..."<br/><br/>She dared no more once Brom turned back to them, and came to Elandriel with a strange device That he twisted tightly onto one nipple, until it seemed to be growing cold from the pressure - until he tugged it, sending a jolt of hot pain darting into her. She gasped, which in turn disturbed the clinging droplets of hot salted water upon her back, reawakening the agonizing lines and making her wail softly with this pain. She was used to taking on wounds and suffering, as was her wont for Lady Diune, but this went far beyond the natural or battle hurts she'd had to tend and heal in herself!