Ildra gently placed her spoon down onto her plate. She, too, had understood enough of Kitherit's explanation to get the 'gist' of it. Where Malith felt immeadiate anger, she felt another wave of pity. Their people had long been persecuted by the humans, and she could only imagine what the girl had been through. She slid her hand across the table to clasp Kitherit's and looked toward Malith when he addressed her directly. His anger even caused Korel to take pause.<br/><br/>"I understood," she spoke quietly. "It makes no sense, indeed, but the humans have always been our enemy. She carries human blood, but she is clearly one of us. I suspected it from the beginning. It makes me wonder who her mother was." A soft sigh tufted past her lips. "For now, calm yourself, lest she be frightened more."<br/><br/>Malith did just that. Well, as much as he was able, and spoke once again to Kitherit. "I... t-tooo..." Ildra attempted to say, giving the halfling hand a gentle squeeze. She struggled for a moment for the next word, looking down for a second. "S-Stey?" She wanted her to stay, clearly. Her next words were for Malith, however.<br/><br/>"We must inform the elders at once. They will want to speak with the King on the matter."<br/>