"To use your body like that. . ."
Elves whispered amongst themselves. Tilia walked with a large basket towered to the top with resources.
Putting her share into the large pile Tilia dusted off her palms and silently left. The elves all tossed her side glances, but hardly anyone interacted with her.
Gear couldn't help but notice that compared to the other frail looking elves, Tilia looked significantly more muscular. Admittedly she was basically always wearing a heavy armor whenever Gear saw her. So perhaps he didn't notice until now just how much she stood out.
As the other elves were using different kinds of magic, Tilia was performing standard labor. Lifting her share of the work with her own two hands.
Noticeably Tilia's dream was far more detailed than the others. Whenever Gear walked out of their usual line of sight, or even a few rooms over the details would wash away. However Tilia's dream remained incredibly detailed even if Gear was nowhere near Tilia at all!
