The light trace of his finger was still enough to faintly limn the terrible wounds upon her back with the natural salts and oils of his fingers, not to mention shift some of the crusting salt into the open wounds, drawing a pained squeal from the pale elven lips before they pressed tightly closed. Her eyes did as well, but that did not stop the escape of tears that trickled down, dripping the length of her naked body to mingle with her own blood, and the human woman's tears between her thighs.<br/><br/>His hand enveloped her throat, and Elandriel's head lifted, tilting back - and then his breath was tickling along her ear, teasing that unutterably sensitive skin and surprising an unwilling moan from her lips with the lingering touch of his tongue, warm and moist. "Ngh.... no...." she moaned, her eyes squeezing tighter shut, brow furrowing deeply.