Elandriel met the warrior's gaze as he knelt there upon the cold and unforgiving stone; where he would have looked so comfortable in the forest, the greens and browns of his clothing and armor now looked completely out of place against the grey of the castle wall - which suited Brom's armor quite well.<br/><br/>"You have not failed if still you live," she whispered, trying to offer encouragement at least where she could not offer aid.<br/><br/>As Brom's finger brushed the warrior's cheek, she cringed where he did not, knowing what pain that hand could give, and her eyes flicked reflexively toward the shift in shadow beyond them. "Please, Lord; you have me still. Send him home."