Ilkar's breath caught in his throat at the mention of his mother. He could hardly believe what he had just heard, and a wave of disbelief washed over him.
Without thinking, he knelt beside Eiravyne, his eyes wide with shock.
Resting his arms on her thighs, he leaned closer, searching her face for any hint of what she might have meant.
"Eira... what did you just say?" His voice was soft.
For the first time since he had brought her from her room, Eiravyne's eyes met his.
Her gaze was sharp, cutting through the air like a blade. It was a look so intense that it made his heart skip a beat, a look that carried the weight of everything she had endured.
"Your m-mother..." she began, her voice low, trembling with the fury and pain she had been holding back.
Ilkar's confusion deepened as he tried to make sense of her words. His brow furrowed, and his eyes searched hers for clarity.
