Sina watches her with quiet incredulity, making a mental note to investigate this further. That's the second soldier attacking one of theirs, yet the elves are who keep getting incarcerated.

She gently lifts a hand to brush her bony thumb against Pel's cheek, hoping to quell her tears. "We will not accept this as the way of things," she whispers gently, tucking a strand of silver hair behind the older woman's ear.