Anastasia was speechless. She had never seen or heard this kind of a thing before. Did the Fae spirits reside in the tunnel? Everything was baffling. But the thought that King Óisin brought his sword down to block the exit was… enthralling. No wonder so many stones must have broken away from the wall that held his statue. "Do you think the statue has broken?" she asked with a little sadness.
Ileus's eyes shot up to her. He placed his hand on her cheek and said, "I don't think so. It was an act that protected you. The statue of King Óisin only protected you."
She stared into the warmth of his eyes and felt a strange reassurance. Her lips kicked up a little and they stayed like that for a while.
He breathed a sigh. "When I look at you, it's so painful," he whispered.
