Falaani, who's pulse had been almost through the roof as the Night Elf had watched the shoddy procedure on the Blood Elf, had finally returned to a more relieved and non-alarmed expression as it turned out that Rae'liel would in fact not die.

[i]"Praise Elune... I'm so glad I didn't have to report her death to Serphia!"[/i]

The sentinel thought to herself. A part of her suspected that if the Blood Elf had actually died, she could even risk being sent on a solo mission to Northrend to retrieve a Necromancer to reanimate Rae'liel's body just so that Serphia could have the second round that she demanded.
Now at least, none of that was necessary, and the only way the Blood Elf could die was if Liaena accidentally dropped one of her potions, or she slipped and broke her neck on her way up the stairs!

[i]"My job here is done! I'm OUT before something else happens and they can blame me!"[/i]

"Patience is the mark of a good hunter, and patience requires restraint." Falaani commented, with a slightly smug smile as her feet shifted their direction towards the exit.
"Something it seems your kin lacks. Try to change that, as I would hate to report your death to my mistress!"

Falaani spoke as she walked towards the exit of the room, her eyes focused on Rae'liel and Liaena..

"May the goddess light your path, sin'dorei, you will ne,-"

*Crash!*

However, as Falaani was about to step out of the room, the tall Night Elf crashed with her head into the upper part of the doorframe while her attention was on the pair still inside! Pulling her head down and rubbing it fiercely, Falaani spat out a series of curses both in her native and common tongue.

"Aaarghh! Fucking midget-architecture, shan-do falain radash, da'fein gnomen balorn!" Falaani growled as she exited the room in a hurry, passing by Sharon on the outside while holding a hand protectively over her head which she had recently managed to use as a soft tipped battering ram, having successful dislocated the upper part of the doorframe and caused it to jut slightly outwards.

Her voice could be heard long after she had disappeared up the stairs, the sound of what one could assume to only be an impressive and expansive native vocabulary of swearing aplenty still echoing from the upper levels!