"Ohh..." Myrasyn was quiet for a moment.
Then understanding settled over her features, gentle and unhurried, because of course a girl who had been saved from that would know the exact hour it happened.
"I see," she said. "I'm glad you found your home."
Eira's composure held for exactly one more breath before her eyes went glassy, and she returned to the braids with hands that trembled for an entirely different reason than before.
"Thank you..."
Myrasyn's ears twitched upward, and the smile that crossed her face had sharpened into curiosity.
She leaned toward Isveth, who sat beside her with Beatrice managing her hair, and the two elves settled in.
"Tell us about life here," Myrasyn chirped, crossing one leg over the other. "What does your master feed you? Where do you sleep?"
"How does he treat his people?" Isveth added from beside her, and the quiet intensity behind the question said she'd been waiting to ask it since stepping through the gate.
