章節 639: An Elf's Tale, Part 45

It was a tense and brittle evening mood. Lenora had settled down slightly, her grievances no longer sounding in words but in a reclusive quiet. Eshwlyn had approached at all angles to lift her spirits, with every attempt ending only in a resounding failure. 

Her eyes had long lost their green luster, and with every passing second, it seemed she was on the verge of bursting into tears again, ready to fight, to deny… all reason and rationality surrendering to overwhelming emotions. 

But she remained quiet, huddled over by the foot of the bed, nested atop Eshlwyn's lap—and there she stayed, wrapping her big sister's arms around her body like a blanket of sorts. And that was it, apparently. There was Nothing else they could do, nothing else that needed to be said. 

Just alone together, peering out the window, the glass panes tinting the evening skies a light hue… minutes passing, seconds passings… alone together, they simply waited.