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“Here, let me –”
The other elf flinched, almost violently so, and Eredin jerked back like he’d burned himself. He knew that not everyone took kindly to his kind; he’d spent enough time on patrol in the streets that one might think he’d picked up on it, and yet…
“Apologies, I –” he started, at the same moment as the other elf drew in a breath and said, “I’m sorry –”
For a moment, they both stared at each other, Eredin in his shiny uniform and the stranger bruised and bloodied but face softening. Then, the stranger grasped Eredin’s still outstretched arm.
“Thanks.”