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“Azriel arrived first, no shadows to be seen, my sister a pale, golden mass in his arms. He, too, wore his Illyrian armour, Elain's golden-brown hair snagging in some of the black scales across his chest and shoulders.

He set her down gently on the foyer carpet, having carried her in through the front door.

Elain peered up at his patient, solemn face.

Azriel smiled faintly. 'Would you like me to show you the garden?'

She seemed so small before him, so fragile compared to the scales of his fighting leathers, the breadth of his shoulders. The wings peeking over them.

But Elain did not balk from him, did not shy away as she nodded- just once.

Azriel, graceful as any courtier, offered her an arm. I couldn't tell if she was looking at his blue Siphons or at his scarred skin beneath as she breathed, 'Beautiful.'

Colour bloomed high on Azriel's golden-brown cheeks, but he inclined his head in thanks and led my sister toward the back doors into the garden, sunlight bathing them.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“I would like to build a garden,' she declared. 'After all of this... I think the world needs more gardens.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“I always thought she was born on the wrong side of the wall,' Elain admitted. 'She made ballrooms into battlefields and plotted like any general. Like you two,' she said, nodding to Cassian, and then, a bit more shyly, to Azriel.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames