Aelin clucked her tongue and looked away from Feyre, debating how much she could trust her. She wanted to. But this where trusting people had gotten her.

And despite all of that, Aelin was too drained to think of some elaborate lie, and she genuinely liked the girl, so she began, "It's complicated. Very, very complicated."

Feyre grinned and leaned back, her eyes twinkling "That's fine. I've been told I am very, very intelligent."

Aelin huffed a laugh that felt rather forced, swallowed and began to explain, "Terrasen is a real place. It's just not here, in this world."

Feyre gave her a skeptical look, that Aelin couldn't decipher much because she was suddenly overcome with a foreign presence. In her brain.. her mind. Just it had come, it went, silently, softly, and suddenly. She glanced up at Feyre, maybe she had felt it too, who had a forced expression of normalcy. On the other hand, ever since... things had happened, as much as she tried not to think of it, Aelin was constantly on edge.

She fought past the unnerving moment, trying to erase the memory of the feeling, "I know it's hard to believe, but-"

"It's okay," Feyre interrupted, nodding, not meeting Aelin's eyes, "I believe you."

"Anything else?"she continued.

Aelin leaned back shaking her head, close to forgetting what had happened, "You first. Where are you from?"

"Well that's rather complicated too."

"I think I can handle it.", she retorted.

"Well, I was originally came from a mortal town by the wall," at Aelin's confusion Feyre clarified, "There's a wall separating the fae... do you know about fae?"

She nodded.

Feyre leaned in closer, intrigued, "Do you have fae in your world?"

"This is your story." Aelin reminded her.

Feyre nodded, and continued, "And then... for very confusing reasons, Tamlin" she said the name with more than a hint of resentment, "...kidnapped me, and took me here."

"Okay... " Aelin answered, giving herself time to sort through and file the information, "but if you were mortal why are you fae now?"

Feyre sighed, "Long story short, I was murdered and brought back to life. As a fae."

Aelin's eyes widened, "Wow. Okay. One question, I couldn't help but noticed that there is some... tension between you and Tamlin."

Feyre reluctantly nodded.

"So why are you still here with him?"

She grimaced, "Fine. I'll tell you but first. I couldn't help but notice that you smell... weird."

Aelin raised her eyebrows, a little surge of panic jumping in her throat, that she quickly stifled with sarcasm, "Well, to be fair today was the first bath I've had in months."

"You know what I mean, you don't smell... human.", she pressed with a smile.

Deciding to embrace it, Aelin grinned, "because I'm not." and shifted into her fae form. She felt more secure like this, and she sat up straighter. Feyre on the contrary, ran her eyes over her, pausing at her fangs and pointed ears, her mouth slightly open and her eyes wide.

She debated showing her fire and water off, but Aelin decided to keep that to herself. Just in case she had misplaced her trust.

"How does that work? You're fae.. but you can be a human?" Feyre said, breaking the silence.

She glanced out the window, surprised to see that the sun was already setting.

"Kind of, I'm demifae. Half fae, Half human." Which wasn't strictly true, but Aelin's energy was draining quickly, and she did want to or feel comfortable explain the whole story and revealing so much.

Feyre opened her mouth, but Aelin was suddenly overcome, her words drowned by a subtle shift in her that made her heart a little lighter. Then she smelt it, a scent so familiar that when she scented it she forgot that there was ever a time she hadn't, and that she hadn't for so long, Pine and Snow. Rowan. Rowan, he was close. How, she did not know. It was nearly impossible that he had come here, to the same world. And as much as she wanted to believe he was here, she didn't dare, didn't dare hope for one second. The more Aelin thought about it, the more grateful she was that he wasn't here. Because he wasn't, because he couldn't be here, and it was foolish to think he was. Rowan was safe with Aedion and Lysandra. And it was good he wasn't here because that would mean he was in more danger- in a foreign land. And who knows how vast this world could be, if he had come here, they could've lost each other and the others forever. So it was good Rowan wasn't here. Or at least that's what she told herself.

"Celaena?" Feyre said, snapping her out of it.

"Sorry, just exhausted." Which wasn't a lie. Aelin was so tired, from her wounds, mental and physical. But she was reluctant when Feyre dismissed herself, telling Aelin to get some rest, still however tired she was, Aelin didn't want to be left to wallow in those wounds, and she feared where her sleep would return her. Yet she made no attempt to stop Feyre as she exited, informing her were her room was in case Aelin needed anything, which she only half listened to.

Aelin sat on her bed, vaguely staring at her face, scarred pale skin stretched over bone. When the scent of Rowan that coursed through her became too painful Aelin shifted back to her human form, after practicing with her fire and water for a few minutes. However she was still not prepared to face her sleep, so she went out in search of Feyre, following the directions she hazily remembered. Taking a few detours to scope her surroundings.

Aelin strolled down the hallway that she knew Feyre's room was on, and then, even with her human ears she heard it: A growling male. Not unusual for fae, she had dealt with her fair share of growling pissy males, but something about it put her on edge. As she walked closer, not quite strolling anymore, she recognized it as Tamlin, and she could hear Feyre's muffled voice, too high pitched and too giggly for normal her. Unfortunately, Aelin was familiar with that type of voice, it was for two things, idiotic flirting (which didn't seem like something Feyre would use.), or fending off persistent men when one did not want to aggravate them. And from the slight edge she detected, Aelin suspected the latter, which is what made her strides longer and her legs faster.

She reached the door, plastering the largest most ignorant smile she could, on her face, straightening in a non-threatening stance that Aelin could easily turn into a lunge. And sharply knocked thrice, just to inform them that she wasn't going away. It may be none of her business, but after Feyre's clear discontent with Tamlin, she didn't care. All noise stopped, Aelin gave them a second before abruptly swinging the door wide open. Making sure that smile was still on.

Aelin ran her eyes over the scene in the room, a crumpled shirt on the floor, slightly ruffled bed sheets, a chair that had been turned over on its side, a shirtless Tamlin snarling at her, his body facing Feyre who was pressed up against the bed, wide eyed, and as pale as a ghost.

Of course, Aelin pretended she didn't notice any of this, instead, saying in a cheery voice, "Hey! Feyre, do you mind showing me where the library is?"

Tamlin who she was hating more and more every time Aelin saw his stupid face, bared his teeth, about to tell her go away.

Luckily, Feyre pushed past him with a shoulder, plastering an equally fake smile on her face, "Of course, right away." She glanced back at Tamlin, throwing him a very convincing smile, "I'll see you later, Tam." as if nothing had happened.

She walked towards Aelin, grabbing her forearm and leading her out, closing the door behind them. Feyre keep this up until they were walking down a flight of stairs, where her smile faded, her shoulders slouched, and she let out a long breath.

After a moment of silence, Feyre's hand still on her arm- gripping tighter now, she spoke, "Do you want to got to the Library?" She asked, eyes ahead, lips in a firm line, her voice low and hoarse.

"Yes." Aelin answered simply, she wasn't gonna bring it up if Feyre didn't want to talk about it. But she did want books, lots of them, even if it was selfish.

Feyre guided her to the library, which was massive, and wonderfully decorated, Aelin could not wait to get her hands on the pages, and spend all night absorbing the words. Feyre released her arm, and Aelin left her staring at the mural on the wall.

Around fifteen minutes later Aelin returned, a stack of ten books expertly balanced in her arms. She would've stayed much longer, but she had begun to feel guilty for abandoning Feyre.

They walked from the room, saying nothing, until they got to the stairs.

"Do you want to stay in my room?" Aelin asked reverently.

Feyre nodded, and they continued up.

She wasn't going to pity Feyre, she felt bad for her and she despised that tool, but being pitied made you feel weak and broken. Or at least that was what it was like for Aelin, and she thought that Feyre probably felt the same way.

It wasn't till they reached her room's door, that Feyre turned and looked Aelin in the eyes, "Thank you."

Aelin curtly nodded, and pushed open the door with her foot.

She walked over to her bed, eager to rid her arms of the books' weight, allowing them to tumble from her arms.

Feyre followed her in, closing the door with a small click. They settled on the bed, rummaging through the books, eventually, Aelin, her thoughts gradually drifting to that dark place with every passing moment of silence, asked Feyre about books, and they had a lengthy discussion. When Feyre explained that she had only recently learned to read, and Aelin asked who had taught her, it all spilled out. Everything that had happened, Feyre didn't cry, she didn't even give herself a second to breath. His name was Rhysand, and they were mates. There were gaps in her story, and Aelin assumed that was because she was leaving things out to protect her and her court.

By the time Feyre had finished , there were bags under her eyes, and she laid down to go to sleep, leaving Aelin with her books. Which was fine. She read all night, not giving herself a second to think, she read till she felt none of her own feelings, only those of the characters.

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BTW sorry for all my stupid grammatical and spelling errors, I know it's incorrect. I just have a really bad habit of not proofreading. And I'm sorry I know it's really annoying.