Elora went up to Faladir and clasped his arm. She was tall for a firu, but Faladir still towered over her. The clear difference in their strength was unsettling. “I wish we could give you more privacy, but Mundir is waiting for you in the sickroom.”
For what felt like a long moment, Faladir just looked at her like he didn’t understand. Tarquin backed up a step so he was within reaching distance of the knife on his mother’s tomb again, just in case. But Faladir blinked, then nodded.
“I’ll go,” he said. “I’m tired anyway.”
The resignation in his voice was heartbreaking.
Tarquin stayed in the chapel as Elora led Faladir away, and watched them go. 6: Alchemy
“Physician Mundir,” Tarquin said, “I need your help.”