The elf woman clings to him harder as she lets the tears flow, not entirely sure, herself, why she had decided to share this great burden with another so quickly; they'd only known him a short time, and now she was spilling her deepest secrets to him. Perhaps it was because he'd shown an interest in her, even when she treated him with disdain, disgust? Maybe it had been when he stood up for her, defended her against Daminor. Possibly, it was when he called her 'beautiful', something she'd never heard anyone tell her, in all her long years.<br/><br/>Regardless of the reason, she lets everything out, not in words, but in tears and sobs, in a tight grip on a firm beacon of hope, in her sea of grief. As her tears begin to run dry, over an hour later, she manages to squeak out a couple of words to him. "... thank you."