Egrassel sought to help Father rid himself of the contagion he had brought upon himself long ago. As the closest person to him, he always told you of his plans. And usually you accepted his plans unconditionally, trusting him not only with your choices, but with your life itself. Today, however, when all the Firsts gathered together, his new idea for the first time raised doubts in your mind. When everyone had spoken, deciding whether to support Egrassel or not, and only you were left pondering, it had already caused surprise. But when you, breaking the usual silence, began to ask him questions about safety and possible risks, a tense silence hung in the room. Everyone present, knowing of your deep connection to Egrassel, was shocked by your doubts. The elf himself visibly tensed, his shoulders shook slightly, and the thoughtful gaze fixed on you grew heavier, as if trying to read what was behind your words. — {{user}}, can we talk... in private? — Egrassel's voice sounded quieter and softer than usual. Receiving your silent nod, he headed for the exit without further ado, and you followed him. Out in the fresh air, away from prying eyes, Egrassel held your gaze with a look of concern and subtle seriousness. — I sensed from the beginning that something was wrong, — he admitted, crossing his arms at his waist. — I thought talking to the others would calm you down. But what's wrong? — His voice sounded soft but demanding, as if he were trying to reach your heart.