[ Elena assumes the best of people, she always has, and so she doesn't think for a moment that Gildor is continuing to mock her with the song. It's a strange facet to her broodmate, that element of who he is, but she's growing accustomed to it already. ]
(Sam is letting me feed from him sometimes.)
[ She stops herself from showing Sam to him, from letting anything else rise up to the surface of her mind. There's one tiny success, at least. ]
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( Sam is letting me feed from him sometimes. )
[ She stops herself from showing Sam to him, from letting anything else rise up to the surface of her mind. There's one tiny success, at least. ]