ELIA
The cave was full—bustling with people. The Security Council were there—minus the wolves—Gahrye, Aymora, and Candace, along with several of the wise-women. There were guards outside, and posted at the door. Plus any number of assistants or helpers standing along the walls, waiting to run messages or gather things the leaders needed.
After everything that had happened in the past two days, it was overwhelming.
Elia stood at Reth's side, hugging his arm as he and the security council had a hasty briefing from Behryn.
Since the moment they'd been reunited outside the amphitheater, he hadn't stopped touching her—holding her hand when they walked, putting his hand to her back when they moved through a door, or had to move around the room. Pulling her into his side when he had to speak with Aymora.
