My head turns slightly to look at my companion. What do I know about Turin? Thinking back to the times we have been together I see the incredulous look on his face as Fallen introduced me as his bride to be. Up on the mountain he was competitive, but not boastful; not even when I had called him out about spying on me for Fallen. He had walked down the mountain silently with me not trying to explain what he had done.
In the classroom he had never forced conversation; instead, he respected my desire for space. Then today with the old cat he had been gentle, caring, even shedding a tear when she acknowledged him as a friend. Not a single memory paralleled Fallen’s behavior. Is this the side of Turin father and Xander see?