When he placed her glass onto the tabletop she snagged it and took a deep swallow. It sated her, and at least gave her a good moment before she had to answer his next question. She could talk about her sisters, while it was hard, it wasn't as hard as she'd been through already.
"Some parts are harder than others. My mother died when I was young, eight to be exact, and she made me promise to keep them alive. Nesta and Elain are both older than me. Elain was the sweeter of the three of us. Meek. Or she used to be." Feyre wrapped her fingers around the glass. Letting the cool in it ebb into her fingers.