"I'm just asking. So answer me, you old hags!"
Several brows twitched.
"Watch your mouth, damned brat…" one muttered.
A brief silence followed. Then an archer who had been watching quietly spoke, voice measured. "No. They are not all his lovers."
Eilwen leaned forward. "How do you know?"
"I saw two children among them," the elf replied. "And many of the women looked at him the way one looks at a commander. Respect, trust, and expectation. Those were not the eyes of women looking at their lover."
Eilwen deflated slightly. "Oh."
Another elf tilted her head, lips curling up into a giant grin. "Though," she added, "he is clearly a busy man. I counted at least two handfuls of women who looked at him like he was their whole world."
Eilwen's head snapped up. "Ten?!" she yelped, hands flying to her cheeks while her thighs rubbed together. "He must be very talented…"
