The Vow

Arawn was quiet for a moment, making Evanna bite inside her mouth, still avoiding his gaze. "*I am sorry to hear about your mother.*" He caressed her cheek and tilted her chin to look at him. Evanna released a quivering breath upon seeing his features gentle; his eyes were not full of anger or malice. "*I must confess, though.. I am struggling with the idea that you know the uses of the gem, something that I do not. Only a few knew of its existence.*"

Evanna looked to the side, feeling his scepticism like a small wound in her chest. It was hard to believe she knew, but out of everyone, she didn't think Arawn would-