ELRETH
Elreth hadn't seen that look on Gar's face since he was ten or twelve years old. Back when he still idolized their father and tried to copy him in everything he did. It stopped her breath to see it on his face now—when he stood tall enough to look their father in eye and was just as broad.
Reth's eyes widened slightly and came alive—then shut down as Gar blinked and broke the contact. He frowned, but it was thoughtful, as if he looked inward.
Elreth could feel something crackling between them. She was sure her mother could too. She wondered if the others could as well—though Tarkyn and Despyna had stayed further down the tunnel and seemed to be consumed in their own conversation.
She prayed that whatever had broken between her father and her brother would heal. That they'd see each other again and work together instead of against each other.
