"You look like an elf who's lost his wooden bow, Dean," Aura whispered, glancing over at me from the opposite couch with concern on her face.
"You realize I have no idea what that reference means," I answered wryly.
I leaned back on the lavish couch trying to feel comfortable, but my mind just wouldn't let me forget the stress that's been hounding me for days.
"Um, ancient elves love their bows, you see, so when they lose it—"
"—They also lose their shit," I finished for her. "I get it… and I'm fine, Aura. Really."
"Right," she said, picking up a satin pillow on her couch and throwing it at me. "You realize I feel your emotions through our bond, right?"
I caught the pillow and squeezed it between my arms and chest.
"I've never asked you how that works… do you actually sense the emotions or just pick up a vibe" I mused.
