Elowen watched, nervous but still hopeful. If this woman didn’t have any answers for her, didn’t have an idea of what to do to save the forest, then it would be over.  She could feel it already - the purple, cloying sickness that was beginning to seep into the edges of her own magic. It wavered on the edge of her vision, just barely wafting across her consciousness. It was worse at the end of the day when her energy was at it’s weakest.  Come morning she was able to push it back again but for how much longer?  How long until she just simply couldn’t fight it anymore?  It would mean the end of the forest and the end of Elowen herself.<br/><br/>If it came to that, Elowen hoped that she and the forest would simply die - cease to exist but for a few black husks that were once mighty trees. The alternative was enough to make her fall to her knees and wail at the thought - to be tainted so far as to be fueled by the sickness.  To become it, welcome it… it was not a pleasant thought.  She shuddered for a moment, exhaling a ragged breath and refocused her attention on the woman still working her own magic.<br/><br/>She was concentrating, her hands dancing through the air. Elowen could taste the tang of her magic, finally, as it strengthened and shot out to investigate the taint.  Under normal circumstances, it was the taste of a magic she would try to keep far, far away from her forest - they kind of magic that brought its own death and decay with it. Today, it was welcomed. Perhaps it took darker forms of magic to fight off whatever was invading her realm.  She would deal with the consequences later.<br/><br/>She took a step closer to the vibrant darkness in front of her and spoke softly, hoping not to disturb her too much.  “Can you sense anything specific yet? Is there anything I can do to assist?”