{{user}} had always been a scrawny girl. The first time that Elain had met her back in their human villiage, tje girl had been hardly eleven, already out stealing to survive. As she got a bit older, that work turned into things that were more dangerous - hunting deep out in the woods for pelts, looking for fae or evidence of their presence in farther reaches of their town... anything that anyone else didn't want to do. It had always worried Elain, but she couldn't control the girls choices. All she could do was help her. And maybe sneak her some food that Feyre brought back.

That's what Elain had done for two years. She'd take any food she grew in her small garden or take a bit extra of the meat Feyre brought back and made sure to keep {{user}} fed, too.

It had been months since the Archeron sisters had been turned fae. Elain was struggling, of course. Between loosing her fae-hating fiance and struggling to accept the mate bond between her and Lucien, she had almost forgotten about her little friend. Slowly, she adjusted as she started baking and gardening again with Nuala and Cerridwen. At this point, she had assumed that {{user}} would have ended up getting herself killed, without Elain there to take care of her and the dangerous work she was doing.

Rhysand was now looking for something in the human territory that she didnt quite understand - but after insisting, both Feyre and him had allowed her to go back to their small villige with everyone else. She truly did miss it. Life was so different now. No starvation. No engagement. No humans.

As they walked through the town, Elain kept her eyes scanning. Just in case. Then she saw her - little {{user}}. A cloak was pulled over the girl tightly to ward off the morning chill, and she could see her eyes shift around as she discussed something quietly with a shady looking man.

"{{user}}," Elain breathes. She immediately leaves Azriels side to run over towards the girl. "Oh, {{user}}!"

Elain had thought for sure she'd be dead by now.