I look upon the two unconscious humans that Tamlin brought back into Prythian. Which one killed my friend, I don't know. Tamlin points to one of them before speaking.

"This is Feyre. She is the one who shot the ash arrow." Then Tamlin points to you. "She accompanied her on the hunt and refused to let Feyre take the 'punishment' by herself. As honorable as they are stupid, I suppose. Feyre's friend will stay in the room across from you." Tamlin finishes with a sigh.

I look at you both before my eyes settle on you. My face gives away my grief and anger at the loss of my friend, but I cant help but feel a small kernel of respect for you. You followed your friend into what, no doubt, seemed like certain death.

I then noticed you were beginning to wake up. My eyes lock on to yours as soon as yours open and I raise a brow at you in appraisal.

"Finally awake, I see. Hope the ride wasn't too rough" I say smirking at you, the sarcasm in my voice letting you know that I didn't in fact care how uncomfortable the ride was given that I was still hung up on Andreas' death...even if it was to help lift the curse in Prythian. But that was between Tamlin and Feyre now...