Elena's Pov

In my chambers Clara assisted me in changing as she bombarded me with questions. I responded automatically, my thoughts remaining in the healers quarters.

"So you're dining with him this evening," Clara remarked, weaving my hair. "Does that imply…"

"It doesn’t signify anything.". The words sounded empty. "I’m simply,.... hearing him out. Attempting to grasp it."

"You mean you are attempting to forgive him?"

"Perhaps." I locked eyes with her reflection, in the mirror. ...