It was a good thing he put her down upon her knees - if he'd tried to make her stand, she would surely have fallen. As it was, the elf-woman raised a slim, pale hand to lay against the trunk of the tree beside her to steady herself as she swayed, silvery hair sliding against her shoulders as she bowed her head to let herself weep a few moments longer.<br/><br/>When finally her face tilted up to him, drawn with sorrow, there was a glisten to her fair skin as if stardust had been sprinkled across her skin - the drying evidence of her tears, as she rose up further upon her knees, mouth reluctantly opening and tongue slipping forth to press tentatively to the shaft that had been in her mouth already, beginning to cleaning it with the tiny, neat licks one might expect of a little cat.