[it's so shameful, so utterly mortifying, so disgusting. for elidibus, the emissary to the convocation, to struggle not to weep while he's held like a child by someone who is, for all intents and purposes, an enemy of his people.

and yet, another part of him is deeply, desperately grateful. that part does not care about the indignity or the impropriety and just enjoys being in another's embrace]