Samsul hadn't realized how much time had actually passed until Anastasia took his last card. He Sighed lightly and bowed his head in defeat with a small smile. He looked around to see that the only thing illuminating the room was a candle, and that Anastasia had it in her hands. He laughed lightly as she teased him and blew out the candle. He nodded at her thanks and smiled kindly at her, keeping his eyes focused on her in the darkness. "Your welcome. I enjoy spending time with you." Slowly, the lost Elf stood up and turned to the door. He slowly walked to the door, but stopped and turned back around once he had reached it. "Good night, Anastasia. I hope you have wonderful dreams." His smile never faded or faltered as he spoke and left the room. He closed it behind him and sighed with sadness. Tomorrow would hold much more stress and emotion then today did, and he only hoped that he could be ready to face Anastasia in the morning.

He slowly walked down the hall, but didn't go to his own wing. Instead, he went to Elana's quarters, where he knew she should be, or just departing. As he neared the door that led to her room, he could see that she was standing at the door. Was she waiting for him? He wasn't sure, but he walked over to her and looked at her sadly. It was obvious that she had been crying recently, but she was forcing back tears at the moment. "Hello Samsul." She choked out. It was hard for her to speak at the moment as she stood there. Neither of them had anything to say to the other, so they simply stood there in comfortable silence for a while until Elana spoke up softly. "Please be there for her. You've been working on your social skills recently, as well as how well you display feelings and instill them in others. I do not think she will take my... Death.. lightly, so you need to be there for her." Without another word. The queen slowly walked through the hall and was met with a small party at the far end of the hall. all of them left Samsul's sight as he went back to his own room to get some sleep.