Elandriel cast Brom a strange look - almost one of gratitude - as she hurried to kneel beside the other elf, her hand fluttering down upon his shoulder. "You hear how he grants your plea without understanding; surely you now see this is the will of Diune."<br/><br/>Then her eyes went distant as she began to murmur her prayers, and the other elf stared with a mix of fear and wonder at her, and at the human who stood over them both. The glow appeared across her back and beneath her hands, red coiling through the white light of it, and the cut faded from her skin - and from the look on the fallen elfman's face, it sprouted in his own.<br/><br/>"Thank you, Lady," he gasped.