The sound of his weeping tore at Lauralana. Elves were seen as cold distant people, simply because they have had lifetimes to perfect the hiding of their emotions, but in actuality they feel things just as deeply as their human counterparts. They were also a very physical people, because of their inherent sense of propriety, the fact that they mate for life lust and temptations of the flesh was not a problem when it came to cuddling and comforting each other. Now, nailed to a wall, the evidence of the human male who she had became quite fond of in a very short period of time, his sorrow, despair and his own shame made her want to wrap her arms around him, to give him comfort. But tied as he was and nailed as she was, this was not even possible.<br/><br/>"NO!" She vehemently denied his words, "Do you realize what even one elven spawn could do? Up until now all the spawn had were the gifts of their father...but..my....my children will have the gifts of myself and ..the beast. One elven spawn is more powerful then twenty of the spawn we fought earlier...if you get the chance Tristan, and I am with child...you must kill me..and burn the body..above all else I must burn..even the death of one elven spawn in my belly will save thousands, hundreds of thousands..."