ELRETH
Elreth sat, tense, but holding herself in check, as her brother met her eyes with the most humility she'd seen in him in years. It immediately disarmed her.
Then, as he spoke, she began to see the way the disformed around him looked at him—like he was one of them. As if they encouraged him on. As if they knew his pain.
As if he was one of them.
Elreth swallowed a pinch of pain. She hadn't felt close enough to her brother to feel like they were in anything together since she was a teenager and he hadn't yet hit his majority.
His voice was low and quiet, but he held her gaze and didn't flinch.
