When he saw daylight, Zaer's pace increased to a jog, causing Ayesha to bounce against him slightly. Her breasts brushing against his shoulder, but he was more focused on the fact that he would be seeing the sun for the first time in a great while. In the ancient texts, it was said that the Elves of the Fire Tribe drew their power from the sun. He wasn't sure if he believed that or not, but the warmth of the sun's rays on his skin had never felt so good before.<br/><br/>The light elf's words brought him back to reality though, and he looked over his shoulder at her. Honorable... that word had meant something to him once. Hearing it thrown out so casually caused his shoulders to stiffen beneath her. Honor was the reason he was in this mess in the first place. "...I don't remember ever claiming to be an honorable man." He muttered. Still, he the fire elf had no intention of taking advantage of the situation. Even if he had wanted to, he was too exhausted.<br/><br/>Hearing the blasts of lighting, Zaer looked back at Kayla as she sealed the passage behind them by caving in the roof. "Good thinking. They're gonna have a hell of a time getting through that mess."<br/><br/>His eyes followed the storm girl's hands as she clutched her wounded leg, and he frowned as he fingers became coated in blood. "You're right. But we should get further away before we deal with our wounds." he said to Ayesha. A wound like that would need to be taken care of quickly.<br/><br/>Staying a few steps behind Kayla, he followed her to the line of trees, hoping there was a stream nearby. Once they were inside the forest, Zaer would occasionally lean against the trunk of a tree to catch his breath for a few seconds before continuing on. Finally, he could hear the sound of running water, and a smile tugged at his lips.<br/><br/>Upon reaching the edge of the stream, kneeling down, he gently set Ayesha down on the ground. Once she had been set down, Zaer remained on his hands and knees, panting heavily. The escape had taken a lot out of him, and he felt as though he would collapse at any moment. Looking down at the water, he saw that it was clear, so it seemed to be safe to drink. With shaking hands, he cupped them together, holding a small amount of the cool liquid in his hands before bringing it to his lips. As the last of it trickled down his throat, Zaer let out a content sigh. The water he had been provided with while he had been held captive hadn't been nearly this refreshing.