Swiftcurrent Creek who do you think you are? who do you think i am?

aria heard the answer, and was satisfied-- though she was crushed to hear her anxieties rang true. but she could not hold her tongue. "are they?" she asked him, her nose dipping slightly, her gazing finding his. why did it matter? aria would not dare overstep. perhaps she was only trying to find proof to reassure him-- to reassure durneheviir... maybe.