The elf staggered and slumped to her knees, unless Finexia supported her, her eyes unfocused and distant, as she slowly gathered her wits together. She coughed a few times, then turned to face Finexia, a glare on her face, her mouth open to spit defiance... but the words caught in her throat, as her face softened. "H-hello, my love," she said, softly. "You've... come to rescue me?"