Ailith carefully listened to Onver, hanging on to each word he spoke
She could feel his excitement, the genuineness, that pure feeling of enjoyment a loner gets when someone listens to his story.
For Ailith, it was the same, but in the current situation, she was the listener and Onver was the storyteller.
Each word Onver spoke conveyed his feelings. She carefully observed his face, noting his genuine laughter when he described the things he enjoyed, like adventuring from one island to another and killing undead monsters here and there. It was clear from his sparkling eyes that he truly relished his journey. She could sense his pride when he spoke of throwing Gustin's plan upside down, and she could feel the satisfaction he derived from cursing Cara. The sadness in his eyes when he recounted having to run away from Kael was palpable.
But the most affecting thing of his story was the end. When he reached the end of his story and said,
