The next day...
With Malgarius's condition almost stabilized, they prepared to continue their journey. As they packed up, Gwendolyn noticed Malgarius was quiet, his gaze distant.
"Milord? Are you alright?" she asked.
Malgarius turned to her, his eyes dark and his expression unreadable. "There's something I need to tell you. I think you must know this."
"What is it, Milord?"
"The truth about your mother," he said, his voice low.
Gwendolyn stared at him, her eyes wide. "What about her?"
"Your mother... She wasn't who you thought she was."
"What do you mean, Milord?" she asked, her voice trembling.
Malgarius paused, taking a deep breath. He couldn't bring himself to say it, but he had no choice. "Gwen, your mother... she wasn't human."
"What?" Gwendolyn exclaimed, her voice filled with disbelief. "What are you talking about?"
"I'm sorry, but it's the truth. Your mother... was a high elf."
