Alistair watched her for a moment, taking in the rosy color to her cheeks, the set of her shoulders, and the expression that told him there would be no arguments to the contrary. He crumbled in the face of it all. “Well,” he began, “it’s because of Duncan, if we’re being honest. And it’s for Fenella’s safety. He’s bothering her. I don’t know how or why, but he is. She feels safer allowing that bast… that man to think we’re back together again, hence the kiss.”
Eleanor nodded slowly. “Right. But old friends don’t look at each other the way you do. I was unsure about her when she first came back, you know. I said as much to Jon. I still think she might be the only one who doesn’t see the way you obviously feel.”
All at once, Alistair sputtered. “I… I’m sorry?”
Her arms crossed over her chest. “Now, now. Hold on a moment. Don’t get your knickers in a twist, sir. It’s the truth. I look at you and I just know it. Everyone around here does. We’ve already discussed this. We’ve talked about things, you and me. But yes, the others know as well. And I asked you to tell her how you obviously feel.”
He never said a word, as embarrassed as he was, so she continued. “I’ll admit it. I’ve always known how you feel. It wasn’t a recent discovery. You were inconsolable after she left, and as miserable as could be. Yes, I told Jon when she returned, if that’s what you’re hung up on. He knows. But I wasn’t sure about her, not until I saw the interactions between you two.”