"Naael." Ivriel's manner became stern as she looked the elven warrior in the eyes. "Don't you<em>dare</em>talk that way. Queen Eve favors you. You wield a powerful weapon. And you slew the Avatar himself. Yes, there is danger coming upon us, but that isn't your fault. Don't you dare talk about not coming back. How about this? If you don't come back, I'm going to sit here until I die of old age. So you'd damned well<em>better</em>come back."