Eyes that had so much fear, so much hurt, so much pain. Not physical pain, the shield still held.  But the emotional pain of seeing Dad in a crumpled heap and me fighting for my life. At least I hope that was the case. The shame that I never showed them what I really was, welled up in me. I told them that I was an Archfey, but I never actually showed them what I actually looked like. Even though they seemed to have handled that bit of information well, they could have glossed over it. And not seeing the real me, they wouldn’t believe it anyway.