Noting that the young elf had never found her mother's body, he nodded to himself, before straightening. It would be something to look into after the fighting here was done. It was horrible, what they had done to her, and he was glad he had steeled himself. If not he would have been sucked in, very easily. He notes that their mother was a definite beauty, and easily surpassed both of her daughters, something that was unusual, at least in his experience. He murmured softly to himself, his head cocking slowly to one side, trying to think of a way to find her, without drawing the attention of multiple deities. That mental exercise lasted until either someone asked him a question, they were attacked, or they decided to camp for the night.