'Feral friend…?'
The word made Elita stop. For a single moment, it seemed as though she forgot where she was.
There was only one person the individual behind the netted orifice could have been referring to. To Elita, she might have been dead. She cared for this person's fate – deeply – but probability and possibility had muddled her hope. Somehow, she felt ashamed, half because she hadn't come here for Revia's sake, and the rest because…
'She's really here?' Elita asked herself.
Skullius noticed the look on her face. He had heard what the old fossil behind the net had said. Common sense told him that the individual referred to was someone Elita loved; he imagined it was the 'sister' she mentioned.
"Elita…" He said. His voice brought the former Paladin Champion to her senses.
Elita put on her resolve.