“I no longer cannot tell,” Tauriel stated in a confused whisper more meant to herself than the one before her, “but perhaps the reason I found myself here with throbbing head would suffice.”
“Was it your doing?”
Ocean blue orbs scanned the mysterious woman from toe to the top of her head, landing upon the opaquely features of beauty and the way the other’s ears were formed. Plus, the method of talking —-. ❝ I just found you like —this. Not my fault, but I guess a help would be nice, wouldn’t be? ❞ Afterall it’s not Elsa’s responbility to judge, but help.