Niniel was far more grateful to Soronume than she showed outwardly. As much as she desired to know of her past, she had, mostly, anyway, come to terms with not knowing. Still, it was--unpleasant to try to tell her tale. What she had of one, anyway.
When Soronume grasped his side, her first impulse was to put her arm around him, but she did not. She feared to be so familiar with him when they met not so long ago. Also, she felt that Elwen's offer of help would be far more effective than what she could do. Besides, Elwen knew him better.
Niniel watched, more than slightly jealous of Elwen's familiarity with Soronume. If only she could do the same for him. If only.
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