"Your... daughter?"
Kaelen repeated, the words almost slipping from his lips. His voice carried a mix of disbelief and wonder. He studied the elf before him, his mind reeling with the revelation. This man, who had only moments ago pinned him to the ground with fury, was the father of someone precious to him.
The older elf stood silent, his gaze was steady yet shadowed with emotion. The young girl at his side clung to him as though he were her lifeline, her wide eyes darting between Kaelen and her father.
"Please," the elf finally spoke, his voice was lower and calmer than before.
"Tell me. How is she?"
Kaelen's throat felt tight. The question hit him like a hammer, the weight of it pressing down on him. He was still grappling with the revelation.
He swallowed hard, his voice was hesitant as he answered.
"She… she was fine. Same goes for Gramps... and her mother."