Elide: Why do you have to be so tall anyway?
Lorcan: Would you prefer me on my knees?
Aelin: I know we've always had this unspoken rivalry— Lorcan: It's not a rivalry, you're just always mean to me. And it's not unspoken, you talk about it all the time.
Lorcan: *drowning*
Aelin: I'd save him but who am I to play god?
Lorcan:*wears dark grey*
Aelin: Bringing out the spring colours, I see.