I glanced at her, watching as she knelt beside the girl's frail body. Elandris's eyes, usually sharp with mischief, were now clouded with something deeper—something I couldn't quite place. Her hand hovered above Armandra's, a gesture that was both gentle and hesitant. It was rare to see her like this, vulnerable, and for a moment, I remained silent, letting the weight of the situation hang between us.
"I didn't know you could be sentimental," I muttered, my tone sharper than intended.