Would a mate know, would a mate feel—
Isn't interesting that bryce thinks about this in HoSaB...
There was a good chance that she could draw from the Gate as well, she supposed. But what if the Dead Gate was somehow different? What if she went to summon power, only to lose all of hers? She couldn’t risk it. Bryce got to her feet, hands shaking. The Starsword lay between her and the Shepherd. Hunt’s lightning had stopped. Where was he? Would a mate know, would a mate feel—
and in acowar we have these scenes when elain was captured.
Varian angled his head. “So you three … because you were Made, you can hear it? Sense it?” “It would appear so,” Amren said, looking inclined to tug him back to wherever they’d been, to finish what they’d no doubt still been in the middle of doing. But Azriel asked softly, “What about Elain?”
From the shadows near the entrance to the tent, Azriel said, as if in answer to some unspoken debate, “I’m getting her back.” Nesta slid her gaze to the shadowsinger. Azriel’s hazel eyes glowed golden in the shadows. Nesta said, “Then you will die.” Azriel only repeated, rage glazing that stare, “I’m getting her back.”
side not: I already made a post with this scene and hunt's reaction to bryce being in danger and @silverlinedeyes reblogged with more parallel>> the post
What's more interesting is that Elain was bound with chains.
Elain was in her nightgown. Gagged, wrists wrapped in steel that glowed violet. Her eyes went wide as she saw us—Azriel and me—
we know from Feyre that she couldn't feel Rhys when he was bound with them.
I stared at my palm—at the eye inked there—and sent a blind thought through it, down that bond. Where are you? Tell me and I’ll come to you. I’ll find you. There was no wall of onyx adamant at the end of the bond. Only endless shadow. Things—great, enormous things—were rustling in the forest. Rhysand. No response. The last of the light slipped away. Rhysand, please. No sound. And the bond between us … silent. I’d always felt it protecting me, seducing me, laughing at me on the other side of my shields. And now … it had vanished.
They’d found strange chains of bluish stone to spread his arms, suspending him from either wall of the cave. His body sagged from them, his back a ravaged slab of meat. And his wings …
Lastly we have azriel saying this to cassian...
Cassian stared toward the castle. “You think she’s alive?” The question haunted him with every breath these last few days. “You’d know if she’d died,” Azriel said, pausing his work and looking up at Cassian. He tapped his brother’s chest with a scarred hand. “Right here—you’d know, Cass.”
Would a mate know, would a mate feel—
Thanks to @silverlinedeyes for helping me with quotes 💜
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