But even through that tangle of emotions, Serel had caught my eye. He had stopped to comfort a young girl beside him—younger than I had been when I stood in her place—and even though it had earned him a shout and a vicious lash from the slaver, he had still offered that child such a genuine smile. Serel was tall and muscular, but all I could see were those big, watery blue eyes, those features that were so kind and delicate they were almost childlike.
i love him already uh oh
