Azriel be like:
“What if the Cauldron was wrong?” I love her.
“You can’t order me to do that.” I love her.
“I can help her.” I love her.
“What of Elain?” I love her.
“I’m getting her back.” I love her.
“She doesn’t need anything.” I love her.
“It would be an invasion of her privacy to track him.” I love her.
“Wait until everyone is seated before eating.” I love her.
“We’re the ones who need … a Seer.” I love her.
“Would you like me to show you the garden?” I love her.
“What happened to Elain?” I love her.
“This is Truth-teller. I won’t be using it today—so I want you to.” I love her.
“Sit. I’ll take care of it.” I love her.
“Would you want people betting on you?” I love her.
“I’d feel bad for the mice.” I love her.
“We need Helion to get these chains off her.” I love her.
“There is an innate darkness to the Dread Trove that Elain should not be exposed to.” I love her.
“You don’t—don’t apologize. Never apologize. It’s I who should…” I love her.
“This was a mistake.” I love her.
“Are you hurt?” I love her.
“My shadows don’t like the flames so much.” I love her.
“I lost the snowball fight today.” I love her.
“You’d know if she died. Right here—you’d know, Cass.” I love her.
