She just stared at the elf for a minute. He looked back at her, but his gaze was soft. Entreating her to trust him. "Okay," she said finally. She had no more trust for him than she’d ever had; he was one of the smoothest liars she’d ever known. But at one time he’d cared for her, and she for him. Besides, she didn’t have any brilliant ideas of her own. "Go ahead; spill this plan of yours."