ELRETH
They ended up curled up on the couch. Aaryn laying on his back with his head propped up on the thick arm, Elreth tucked into his side, between him and the back of the couch. He wasn't shaking anymore, but his face was dragged down into lines of grief and even though his fingers played along her arm and back, she knew it was thoughtless. He touched her because she was there and he needed her, but he didn't even realize he was doing it.
She knew, because she found herself doing the same thing.
"When are you meeting Tarkyn?" he asked suddenly, after minutes of staring at the ceiling and neither of them making a sound.
"I was going to go to the training this afternoon. It doesn't matter, Aaryn, I can—"
