Lauralana manages a weak smile, one that was a thin veneer and transparent even as she turns her face to look over toward the charred and twisted remains of the still-living Anna. That lump of flesh moaning and giggling sometimes maniacally seemed to physically herald her complete failure.<br/><br/>"Alone is a relative term my dear Tristan." She murmurs, the gallantry of the human making her own heart ache. Had he been elven he would not be here, for logic and reason would have won over the instincts to protect another. If an elf could possibly hope to rescue someone they would, but they would never have attempted an impossible rescue and put themselves at risk for the very slim chance of rescue. It both saddened her and gave her just a bit of hope for the world gone dark that there were people out there such as Tristan and Anna.<br/><br/>"Try to get some rest. I can not sense...feel their evil any longer. I suspect it has something to do with my magic being stolen.." Even as she speaks, the rings seem to flare slightly then return to the dull ache, causing her to hiss slightly. "So I will have no warning when ...he...gets near..best be as rested as we can."