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Anariel sighed at Varla-Nal's reaction. Sodahrin was not only their grandmother, but a revered Goddess. Best to stay on the good side of those few remaining "living Gods".

At Aegan's words, she stopped and listened carefully, her eyes widening at the thought that Coridal would even threaten torture. As the daughter of the "Poet-Prince", Anariel had grown up on the songs and stories of her father, an elf famed for his sense of honor and gallantry.

"Of course you don't. We thank you for sharing this news, as upsetting as it is. Do not think there is ever anything you should hold from either of us. We are all family, there is no need to fear anything from us, especially if you are merely conveying your worries." Anariel said, looking to Varla-Nal to make sure he supported her words. She then looked back at Renille and Aegan with a gentle, though somewhat sad, smile.