“I see the way he looks at you,” Asche said, like a promise. “I used to think he loved Taran… I used to think I loved Taran… but maybe I just… didn’t know any better. The way my brother looks at you, though… the way he touches you… the way he talks about you all the time, even when you aren’t there… I think he’s meant to love you, too, Saffron.”
