Summary
Navin sat at the table, watching Trellis pace back and forth. "She's okay, Trellis. Mom isn't that worried." He didn't stop walking. "I knew elves that felt the same way Emily does and they died unexpectedly." Navin looked away, mumbling. "Human and elven sickness must be different because there is a 'cure'…." (Current -bad- summary.) Trellis x Emily. I do not own Amulet.