Once the big human turned away, Elandriel released the breath that she'd been holding the air cool on her dampened lips as it flowed out and dispersed, sweet and invisible. His lust made him blind, and she was glad of it, moving without protest to follow when he spurred his mount into motion - and the swing of her arms, a signal to someone distant and unseen, to follow... it could easily have been mistaken for the natural swing of her arms as she turned to cast one glance back at the woods that she would likely never see again.