Hideaway Strath in the old days, there was enough

She seemed even smaller this close. He felt that he might break her simply by speaking too loudly or blowing a bit of air her way. Rude, perhaps. Surely she would not be here if she was so weak. Kynareth seemed clear about the strength of those here.

He found he was quickly charmed by her voice. Almost otherworldly in a way. Accented in a way that he had never heard.

Oh, afraid not. He offered back with a thin smile.

I'm Patroclus. It is a pleasure to meet you, Aerin, even if the circumstances seem unkind to us. Light laughter filtered through the end of his words.