Lorren and Isolde wasted no time explaining their plans to the party, the vial twinkled in her hand. "Isolde just has to drink it and she'll have a chance at tracking down her father." Elynor's jaw clenched as he listened, his eyes never leaving the vial. "A chance?" he repeated, his tone dangerously quiet. "That's all you're offering her?"
Lorren held up her hands, her face tight with frustration. "It's the only thing we have! This is what she's been waiting for, Elynor. This is why we've come all this way." She gestured to the surrounding landscape, the looming mountains dark against the horizon. "Do you think I want her to do this? Do you think any of us do?"
Elynor turned to Isolde, his gaze burning into hers. "Tell me you understand the risks."
"I do." "And you still want to do this?" His fingers flexed at his sides, his entire body tense as if ready to pull her back if she so much as moved toward the vial.
"Yes." No hesitation.
