The private chambers that Elisa led them to were located at the heart of the Sanctuary, a suite of rooms that had clearly been designed with the comfort of royalty in mind. Crystalline walls gave way to warmer materials here, polished wood paneling and rich tapestries that depicted scenes from a world that no longer existed, and the overall effect was one of intimacy rather than grandeur.
Serian had not stopped crying since they entered, though the tears had shifted from desperate relief to something quieter and more profound as she sat between her two sisters on a massive couch that could have held half a dozen people. Elisa kept one massive arm wrapped around her shoulders, occasionally squeezing tight enough that Serian would make a small sound of protest, while Vexia sat on her other side with one hand resting gently on her knee.
