She shook her head, refusing to look at him. She clenched her jaws for a moment. After a few minutes she sighed again. "I have a reason for my rage, for my anger at your people, for my inability to draw or sing any longer."
Cithien didn't understand why she was about to reveal this to him, but she could not stop herself. "It was humans that murdered my..." She paused to search for the word, and then shrugged, "My husband to be. There was not battle, no reason for our people to clash. Not then."
The Elf shook her head, "I do not understand why they did it. I couldn't speak your language at the time." She pulled her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around her legs. This left almost the entire length of her legs visible, but she did not seem to notice. "If not for him, I would probably have died. Sometimes I wish I had been killed instead of him."
Her eyes widened as soon as the last words left her mouth and she found herself staring at him. She had never told anyone that, why had she revealed that to this human? There was a lot happening that made very little sense, it was almost like she were being compelled by an outside force.