"Veil." She added as he moved away, not really caring whether he heard it or not. From the day that he'd arrived he had been nothing but kind to her, which at the time was comforting in comparison with those around her who wore her thin with complaints and defiance. Liadrin set her hands on her hips and sighed; what in the name of the Light was she doing? He was a human. She's spent so much time taking revenge on his kind. For all the talk of forgiveness, for all the lectures from the Naaru and their priests, was it really fair to allow herself such familiarity?

"I suppose it cannot be helped." Liadrin sighed to herself, dropping down to sit on a nearby couch.