Elowen sat at the edge of the bed, her shoulders still shaking faintly as she tried to steady her breathing. The softness beneath her felt foreign, almost wrong, like her body didn’t belong in something this comfortable. Her hands trembled in her lap, and she pressed her lips together hard, trying to force the tears back down, trying to regain control before she completely unraveled again. A box of tissues appeared in front of her. She blinked, her vision still slightly blurred, and looked up. Ellion stood there, his expression quiet, careful. Not pitying—just… aware. “Here,” he said gently. She hesitated for a second before taking one, her fingers brushing against his briefly. The contact made her stiffen, but she quickly pulled back, pressing the tissue to her face as she wiped at her tears. “I’m fine,” she muttered, though her voice betrayed her immediately. Ellion didn’t argue. He didn’t call her out on it either. He simply sat down beside her, leaving just eno
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