Golden Glade die with memories, not dreams

she sniffed, unsure of what to make of the situation. truthfully, she shouldn't have made anything out of it-- but the way that feyre had looked at her was somewhat baffling-- and jhala became a bit confused. "jhala," she said bluntly, gazing between the two. his position-- embry's position--- was docile, respectful, though not fully submissive. the alphess stared still, expectant, even after he shared his intentions.

she would get to their official joining process in a minute, jhala wanted to know more. "how'd you know him?" she asked, specifically to feyre. she wondered if they were companions beforehand, or if she'd merely found him and brought him back. she wouldn't mind either, she just wanted to know.