Lauralana jerks her head, or rather quivers her head as her energy was so depleted by teh peircings and the rise of defiance thus far, her green eyes drooping warningly but enough life was still left that they glittered with anger as he spoke. Her arms, dropped, barely was able to raise and cross over her bare, sore and pierced breasts, even as she gave up trying to turn on her side.<br/><br/>Once he had risen some of the shrowd left the elf woman's mind, and thanks to the magic-draining rings the insistant buzz in her ears from the evil power of The Shadow was relieved. At the moment she thanked the gods for even this small favor.<br/><br/>"Noo...Tristan.." Fresh tears slip from her eyes, as she realized that her portal was wasted, for if the prince and Ana had not gotten through, what woudl have been the chances for Garreth, or any others. Tristan was important, special for reasons that she could not fathom and she had failed to protect him.<br/><br/>She automatically reached for the well of magic, instinctively tried to call forth the comfort but she was blocked, the most torturous part was she could sense the well as it slowly slowly renews itself, but she was unable to touch it.  She struggled to get her limbs to move, and managed to scoot just a bare inch away from the kissing evil, before she slumped over.