Arwen's POV
Nobody speaks for a moment.
Draven stands at the bottom of the stairs and I stand at the center of the crest in the floor and Cora sits in her chair in the corner and the room holds all three of us in the specific silence of a space where something important has just shifted and everyone present knows it.
Draven breaks it first.
"How long have you been down here," he says to Cora. Not aggressive. The question of someone establishing facts before they do anything else.
"Since before your grandfather was born," Cora says. She looks at him with the same careful assessment she used on me, reading his bloodline the way she read mine, recognizing what she finds there. "Hunter," she says. "Yes. The other half of what is needed." She looks between us. "Good. This saves time."
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