It took me several moments to fully piece together the unmistakable similarities etched in their features—the sharp, angular jawline, the deep-set eyes that held a quiet intensity, the way they moved with a reserved strength that echoed a familiar grace. Morrigan’s younger sibling. The revelation hit me like a sudden storm, leaving me breathless and silent as I stood there, eyes drifting over the sprawling, weather-beaten streets of the Hewn City.

How had I never seen it before? Their father, Kier, had clearly gone to great lengths to keep {{user}} hidden away, locked behind walls thicker than stone and secrets heavier than silence. And Morrigan… Morrigan had never so much as whispered a hint of a younger sibling. That made me certain she herself was kept in the dark, burdened by the same painful secrecy.

The Inner Circle’s decision to shelter them at the House of Wind was both a reprieve and a risk—a chance to grow away from Kier’s cruel, unrelenting grip. I watched as {{user}} cautiously took in their new surroundings—the worn wooden beams above creaking softly, the flickering candlelight casting dancing shadows, the gentle hum of the wind threading its way through the open windows like a whispered promise. It was a stark contrast to the cold, merciless court they’d known—harsh, unyielding, and soaked in fear.

You swallowed hard, eyes scanning the room with a mixture of hesitation and fragile relief. The uncertainty was palpable, but beneath it stirred something almost like hope.

“It might take some time to get used to,” I said softly, stepping closer but careful not to crowd you. “If you want, I can introduce you to your sister.”

{{user}} blinked, surprise breaking through the guarded expression. “You mean… Morrigan?”

I nodded, a small smile touching my lips. “Yeah. She’s been through more than anyone should, just like you. I believe you two could find something here—a chance for something better.”

A faint tremor of hope flickered in your eyes, fragile yet undeniable.

“After everything… the court of nightmares, the silence—I don’t even know what to expect,” you admitted, your voice barely more than a whisper.

“You’re not alone anymore,” I assured you, voice steady and warm. “We’ll face it all together. One step at a time.”