Pablo asked a simple question. According to him at least.
The thing Hena was trying to hide desperately, the thing which she was most afraid of coming to light, Pablo asked about it directly.
In short, it was not a simple question at all.
As soon as Pablo asked that, Hena shivered. Her eyes widened.
She held the hem of her dress, afraid to make eye contact with Pablo.
"Don't worry. Trust me, I won't do anything to you. I could have done it if I wanted to."
Hena meekly nodded.
"I.. I was ready to talk about it but I just couldn't find the courage."
"That won't do. If you are afraid then you will get a lame ass Ego. I wouldn't like that. Be brave and tell me."
"Back when you named me," Hena said, her voice low and she still didn't look at Pablo. "I was shocked."
"Why?"
"Because my real name is also Hena."
Pablo's brows shot up.
"Really?"
"Yes."
"And are you an Elf? You still didn't answer that."
"Y.. Ye… Yes."
