"Please, good sir. We just want to see my brother." Peter begged. The guard rolled his eyes and shook his head.

"She," He motioned to Elora. "can go by herself, you came yesterday."

"But sir, she's a lady. Surely a gentleman like you doesn't want a girl to go all alone in a place like that eith those... those things!" Peter exclaimed. Elora was impressed about his acting skills.

The guard thought for a moment.

"I guess yer right. This is yer last visit." He growled. Peter nodded.

"Thank you." Peter grabbed Elora's arm and led her down to Edmund's cell.

Edmund was by the bars, he was looking at his wedding ring, he looked so... heartbroken. He was so lost in thought he didn't hear them come in. Elora held back a sob and watched.

Finally Peter cleared his throat. Edmund looked up. His filled with tears. Elora felt like her feet were in solid concrete.

"E-Elora." He murmured. He quickly stood up. She stared at him, slowly shaking her head.

"No. No. Nononono!" She turned around, her back to Edmund, feeling faint.

Peter watched her, ready to catch her if she fell.

She didn't. She turned around and looked at Edmund. Tears welling in her eyes.

"Edmund." She whispered. He looked away. Peter bit his lip.

"Elora, I'm so sorry, I-"

Elora ran towards him and hugged him as best she could through the bars. He sniffed and she clung to him tightly.

"You foolish human." She mumbled. He chuckled weakly and kissed her hand gently.

"I'm sorry, it's just who I am." He said, she smiled slightly.

"Well. Maybe you should learn to not be so rash." Her face fell. "What an I supposed to tell Arian and Eliazer?"

Edmund shook his head.

"I don't know. I don't know." He said wistfully.