Her skin still prickled as they walked with the ghostly remembrance of the injuries the man had done to her, and she nearly had second thoughts about the wisdom of her choice - to freely agree to accompany so cruel a man. But more, her thoughts were upon Kynathien. He'd followed them once, and she hoped he would not prove so foolish as to do so again. She'd explained that this was her choice, albeit one she'd made somewhat under duress. She had made it, though, not the creature in the collar that taunted her even now, unearthly laughter cackling in the back of her mind, delighted by her inner turmoil.<br/><br/>Elandriel said nothing to this of Brom, though - only walked beside his horse, arms creeping after a time around her nude form to warm it as day faded toward night, and dirt track began to give way to the cobbled streets of town.