It was Gilborg who responded. The tall elf seemed to dwarf the plastic chair he sat on, his erect frame stiff and unyielding. “I requested a meeting with you, Nememiah's Child.”
Arasinya offered me an encouraging smile before I returned my attention to Gilborg. Conal had dropped his hand onto my thigh and he squeezed gently as the Fae man spoke.
“When I met you, I told you that if you could rebuild the walls of Zaen, I would beg your forgiveness.” His red eyes were focused on mine, and while I'd gotten used to the unusual colors of Fae eyes, I found his particularly intimidating. But he sat before me calmly, his entire demeanor tranquil. “I am here to beg for that forgiveness.”
Startled by his announcement, I glanced at Conal for guidance. “Ripley's suggestion of probing the Fae worked,
