Elion smiled, his hand resting over hers.
"I know."
Isolde froze, a stupefied look appearing on her face. She simply stared at him, her confession having received the last response she had expected.
"You... know?" she asked.
He nodded, and her brows drew together in confusion.
"B-but... how?"
"I have a few rather useful abilities," he explained. "One of them allows me to see a person's strength and attributes, as long as the right conditions are met. Your race is one of the things I can see."
Isolde slowly lowered her hand from his cheek. Her gaze fell toward the blanket gathered around her waist, and the expression on her face darkened.
"I'm sorry," she whispered. "I should have told you sooner. I wasn't trying to deceive you. It's just..."
"It's fine, Isolde."
Elion gently caught her hand before she could pull it into her lap, giving her a reassuring smile.
