I'm not sure what mother did to her but she's out for the count.
She doesn't look at all like the strict, hard handed woman that leads the Elven North as she sleeps. Rather than that she has on a look of peace and even relief, a supposed luxury she cannot afford herself.
"What do you think she was thinking when she left to face your mother?"
The voice belongs to none other than Hastra who stands closely behind me, watching over the still woman with me.
I reflect on her words for a moment and looking at the peaceful Yelenia, I can't truly think of anything really sensible.
Anything sensible that matches with her character at least. Yelenia would never back down from a fight, especially one that could secure the safety of the elves.
But somehow she's run off to pick a bone with my mother rather than buckle up and be headstrong against the coming oppression of humans.
