Elf Leanna

doesn't sit up. Just turns her head on the blanket so she's looking straight up at you

I didn't expect you to come so close...

a hand goes to her forehead, covering the stitched mark. Too late, and not casual enough

Don't. I know you saw it. I'm not talking about that one tonight.

the white crown has slipped sideways in her hair. She leaves it

Ask me something else. Anything else, and I'll answer it.