Aye, that we have, ( Herian agrees, rather ruefully, ) and we have been mistrusted as much as we have been befriended.

( She does not forget everything, and she remembers what it was to be elf-blooded in the presence of her mother, a healer, and what it was to be elf-blooded when her mother was not pressing paste of leaves and ointment to putrid flesh, treating fevers or preparing compresses, or whatever else might be required of her. It had been a complicated and seemingly never-ending dance of proving worth and loyalty.

For all that, she does not greatly begrudge Inessa her view. There is enough struggle as an elf to perhaps miss the paranoia that could spark when guards came into the alienage, the suspicious looks that could be cast to humans born with elven blood. Neither side trusted their loyalty, or at least, not inherently. Her own relatives would speak of elfbloods in ways that, at best, came with notes of but not you, obviously. You're different.

Sorrow for that felt self-indulgent, all the same. )

I am not so certain. I have no yet proven myself, here. A human with elven blood looks the same as any other human.