Conaan held on to Eleanor as the bodies were moved out of the Palace. His hands were stained yet again, and he gave a small sigh. This was the last thing he saw himself doing immediately after waking up, but the elders had not really given him much of a choice.

"Conaan. Are you okay? You could have..."

"Oh, I am perfect," he said with a small laugh. "I needed to be reminded of what I am."

Eleanor gave a sigh, then broke into a relieved smile. "I do not believe anyone would forget what you are, Conaan."

He raised a brow, turning to face her fully. "Do you remember...