"What are you talking about?" Shelly asked the precocious little woman. Eldon realized that everyone was watching Areth and her antics.
"Getting ready to make the pervert's perverted son better, of course!" she said with a half-smile before dunking herself under the stream again. "Though I won't use any perverted methods." She seemed disappointed by the last statement.
Eldon saw his father's jaw tighten before he spoke. "You mean you could have healed him before now?"
"Well, duh!" she stuck her tongue out at Lyden and giggled.
"Then why didn't you?" Sheila demanded and approached the sink. Eldon rarely saw his mother this upset. The last time had been when he… He buried that memory, not willing to recall it. That had started as a good day, which had ended in so much death. Lyden stepped between Sheila and the fairy, though Eldon could tell he was keeping his own anger in check.
