Elena paused when the three people returned, sighing deeply. "This is some Lord of the Rings shit..." she thought. The woman was certainly beautiful though, the male wasn't particularly masculine, but having sight of the ears, however she was taken aback when the woman moved up to hug her, wincing as the pressure on her wound flared up. Wanting to force the woman away, but having such a beautiful woman in contact with her made her hesitant.<br/><br/>Soon after the older looking male spoke up and addressed this lady Elena, it took a moment for Alan to realize that this Lady Elena was probably him... Her...<br/><br/>"Well for a start, can you stop pressing on this burn, it fucking stings" Once again it caused her to pause. Should he of been so harsh, but it didn't change the fact it did hurt to have pressure on the burn<br/><br/>"What he wanted to say]But seriously pal, who the hell is Elena, who the crap are you and where the crap am I? Whats this fairy tail bullshit, a fucked up dream?"<br/><br/>Hearing her voice, speaking in a manner and tone completely opposite to how he would normally hear himself caused her to go quiet, partly out of fear, partly out of embarrassment and anger, this was just so insanely alien, like one of those dreams where the faster you try to run, the slower you move.