Aimee laughed lightly at Elann’s words. “Thank you, but I think I’ll leave the fighting to my brothers. I don’t think I’d be that good of a warrior.” Elann’s words were flattering, that much was seen.

Aimee raised her brows at Elann’s admittance, it was another interesting thing. “Perhaps,” Aimee said with confidence, despite being uncertain.

Her free hand came up and combed through her hair again from root to tip, lingering on the tips as she twirled them between her fingers idly. There was a little pause of silence before Elann interrupted it by speaking of the closeness to Zeltiva and how Syliras was a seemingly toxic place. The Kelvic hummed thoughtfully, nodding some.

“It’s not the best place in the world, that’s for certain. I could be biased, being a Kelvic and only ever living in Zeltiva aside from Syliras, but I hated it too. I can understand why Noah hates it, I even tried to warn him but he didn’t listen to me either. He said he wanted to see it for himself. I thought he liked it, the way he was seemingly growing cheerier whenever he would write us, up until he stopped entirely.”

Aimee shrugged. “I almost thought something happened to him but my mother said if something happened she would know. It was a happy day when his letter came in, telling us about how he met you and how he had been doing over the past year. He told us about Liam and how they had been friends for so long. He told us a lot in the letter, kept saying that he loved us and he missed us too. It was the longest one he had written to us ever, a few pages long.”

She looked over to Elann. “At least you never have to go back if you don’t want to. You can also say you’ve been there, therefore you’ve no reason to go back.”