Tahira felt comforted when Kaze licked her wounded hand. Closing her eye, she began to silently try to heal herself. She knew it was possible, but she had never been very good at it. When it came to healing others, she was among the best from their village, but she had to focus all of her energy to try and heal herself. She was so engrossed in what she was doing, she didn’t sense Kaze eave, or Dahler enter. She also didn’t realize he was so close to her until she felt the cloak pulled from behind her. She slowly brought herself back from her inner state of healing to open her eyes and see Dahler before her, in her cloak. She smiled slightly. “Dahler, I’m glad to see you.” Suddenly she didn’t care that her hand was still hurt.<br/><br/>She waited while he sat down across from her, noticing the trouble he seemed to be having. “Are…are you hurt?” Her dark blue eyes filled with concern. “Was it that Ogre outside? I was worried you’d be hurt as well. Kaze and I were.” She leaned forward, reaching out with her good hand and placing it gently over where he seemed to be hurt. Closing her eyes once more, she easily channeled the energy needed to heal the wound for him. Opening her eyes, she smiled at him. “Feel better?”<br/><br/>She sat back with a small from chewing on her lip. “Before you say anything, Dahler, I need to tell you something.” The young blonde took a deep breath before pressing on. An Elven lad of her status wasn’t used to saying things like what she was about to say to him, but it had to be said. “I’m sorry…I’m sorry I treated you so horribly back home in Malantia. I wanted to befriend you...I really did...but my father told me it was forbidden and I had no choice but to find some way to…to get you to stop being nice to me. I thought if I was mean to you, you’d stop being nice to me…but you never did…” Tears were brimming at the corners or her eyes now. She felt horrible for all the things she’d said to him, done to him. “Please forgive me.” Without another thought, she closed the distance between them, throwing her arms about him and crying into his chest. She felt like she shouldn’t be the one crying now, but she felt so horrible. As she hugged him and cried, she continued to speak, saying whatever came to her mind in an attempt to apologize and relieve herself of some of her guilt.<br/><br/>“I Never wanted to hurt you. I never hated you at all. I had to pretend to or II would’ve gotten into trouble…been disowned. I don’t care about that anymore. I’d give it up to have a life where I could be friends with whomever I like. Love whomever I like.” She stopped speaking suddenly at that. Why had she said that? Did she really love Dahler? She knew Dahler had deep feelings for her. She took a moment to examine her feelings for the elf she was currently clinging to. Looking up at him finally, she blushed slightly. “I think I love you, Dahler…” She said in a whisper, a blush crossing her pale skin. “I know it’s silly...but I think I do…”