Erik was about to teleport back to his room when Elora's words stopped him. "Her behaviour? What do you mean?" he asked, frowning deeply.
Elora approached him and took his hand. "Just think for a moment, my love," she smiled, exuding the endless patience she only felt for one person in the universe. "I know you're preoccupied with this choice I put in front of you, but think back to what I've told you about proselytisers…"
Erik's frown deepened. Trusting her to have a point, he started digging into his memory to cross-reference everything she'd ever told him about Nora's kind with behaviour. It wasn't long before he remembered something.
At that moment, enlightenment struck. Suddenly, some pieces he'd been missing were slotting into place. Cocking an eyebrow, he looked over at the unconscious Meilin. "Are you… saying what I think you're saying?"
