with a reverence unimpaired

The tulmhainar chuckles and shrugs. Likening his kind to the starwhales is not dissimilar to likening men to apes, but he lets it go. She isn't so wrong that it matters. The mention of the pit has the tulmhainar frowning, but he nods with understanding and compassion. You have to understand that the fae are not here to be your friends. They do not want your understanding, not when their strength is great enough to simply take what they want. They are...a race unlike any other. Their history is bloody and brutal, with as much war existing with the other nations as with themselves. Opening his hands, palms up and shrugging again, the tulmhainar takes a deep breath and then stands. Fear is understandable. I should have known what Delah might have said to you and clarified sooner. Though it has only been moments since Amalia finished her tale, already age-lines were crinkling his forehead, and he appeared older than he had seconds ago. Her suggestion makes him cackle merrily, and he shakes his head. D'you think you could have written down all those memories you told me quite the same as when you told 'em to me just now? Books...are good in a pinch. I prefer the real thing though. Which, given his constant use of magic was amusing in and of itself.