The pretty elven woman's face was a twist of pain both physical and spiritual, anguished as she leaned against the human, peering past him at the warrior who had thought to rescue her from the strange fate she'd bargained her way into.<br/><br/>"I will... and then you must go home!" she insisted, fearing how this might carry out if Kynathien refused to go. She gave him no time to respond, though, suppressing the threatening sobs that welled up in her core as she hisses the words she is beginning to hate, and a reluctant, glowing hand flashes out toward her protector.<br/><br/>He roared anew, stumbling to one knee as the deep and twisted gash appeared in his thigh, dark blood running freely down her trousers while hers was as unblemished as before.<br/><br/>The look in his dark eyes was a deeper pain that what the wound gave, and he struggled to his feet, and began to take careful, measured steps backward - toward his sword, and toward the distant forests.