Capítulo 638: An Elf's Tale, Part 44

"Eshwlyn… Eshwlyn!" 

Solace.

Finally, solace. 

As if her shoulders had been eased of the entire weight of the world. 

She had barely even walked into the room, barely even had taken two paces across before she found herself staggering a step back—the pressure of the arms wrapped tightly around her waist—solace. 

Lenora was a paler, skinnier child than when she had last laid eyes on her, and her embrace, with more fear than relief, the way she held onto her. The entire room as well was sprinkled with this unpleasant air of dejection, the walls and floors lined with grooves of melancholic blue. And when they broke apart, when they saw one another, their smiles were brief. 

Behind them, the escorting Elf-Knight gave a departing bow, closing the door behind them, and leaving them both finally alone.