Oh! Oh!
It was a long while before Elorin reached any sort of semblance of calm. With red eyes, he looked up to Leonel to find him staring back at him indifferently, his wife in his arms.
Elorin took a shaky breath and nodded only once.
There were no words that needed to be exchanged. Leonel already knew that he wanted to revive his grandfather.
When Aina thought of reviving her mother, she had come to think of several issues as well, things about her current life that her mother simply wouldn't be able to accept.
Could her mortal mother accept that she killed as easily as breathing now? That her daughter used blood to strengthen herself?
What if her mother transferred some of the blame of the torture she experienced onto Aina herself and their relationship was never the same? It was impossible to tell what someone who had gone through such trauma might think or feel, and it was even more impossible to take back words that had already been spoken.