Which felt worse, the idea that her friend was gone, or that his son would never truly know him? He might have been a grown elf to most, but Aeotha knew that it was not enough to be old enough to be considered an adult. She had known Eibhear nearly her entire life, and it wasn't until she was done with her first real mission beside him that she had really seen what Eibhear was really like. Stories did him no justice, not even from their own mouths. Eibhear was.. The weight of it, the idea that he was gone, she was having such a difficult time breathing let alone speaking. Soon enough her voice would be too watery to be able to express what she needed to be.
The sadness felt like it would always be there. Like it would never go. Perhaps it was too soon. It was. Even now when she thought of her brother it did not hurt as much as it did in that first month. But then she hadn't been as close to him as she had been with Eibhear. Aeotha followed Ilúvatar's line of sight to see what he was interested in. Any distraction. The one she met turned that sadness into a monster. One that she didn't know well enough to drive back or away. The man who had destroyed her life. There was no question about it. He had taken her brother, her father, and her best friend from her. No one could convince her otherwise, not even the King. She loved the King, but he just could not see past that facade Eiron'aith put off. That mask that horrible elf wore.
Not even she had seen it at first. She thought he'd only been curious, perhaps even tainted by the Anacleto to whom he seemed friends with. Being interested in Eibhear wasn't uncommon, she did have a gathering of Priestesses which asked her questions about her friend after every campaign, after every small meeting between the two. But Aeotha did not like to discuss her friend without him.. except of course with friends like this. With Pol or Ilúvatar. Or Etain... Etain.
How could Eiron think this was.. how could he come here? That anger rose and rose until her face felt hot and she was moving. She'd only made it two feet forward before Ilúvatar's arm stopped her in her tracks, she turned her head to face him and every inch of her body was trying to tell him to let him go or she would hurt him. He did not move, instead he too was looking at her in nearly the same way.
Eibhear would never have objected to a fight on the day of his funeral. He would have gladly accepted such a thing. Especially in such circumstances. Ilúvatar had not been there, he had never seen.. he didn't know.
"He stole everything from me. Let me go. Now." Angry tears kissed her eyes. It was as polite as she could be given the circumstances.