When I first met Liara Lockwood, we were like oil and water. I didn't like her because she was part- ljósálfar and she didn't like me because I'd given her the evil eye on our first meeting. Our shared animosity didn't last, though. We got to know each other pretty well over a week. Even going so far as to trust each other with our lives. That may have seemed like a short time to build a bond for most normies, but for us adventurers who risked our lives daily, a week was more than enough shared struggles for two people to become friends. It was also more than enough time to tank a budding friendship too.
Liara barely acknowledged Dess's chirpy greeting in her haste to walk away from us. She didn't even look my way. At least that's what I thought at first. But, as she passed me on her way down the steps, the she-elf said, "You're injured again."
She must have noticed the healing patch slapped to the spot just above my left eye.
