It's a comfort to him as well to continue to hold onto Myr's hands, curling his own around them gently, but still loose enough that the other elf could pull back at any time. Finel can't quite help brushing his thumbs over the back of his palms, though, along with a gentle squeeze and a soft smile.

"When I began my new life with my new clan, he was one of the first to befriend me. He was older by several years, but still, he helped me when I knew no one, even though I was adopted, and a mage besides.

I admired him...and when we grew older...I fell in love with him."