[ONESHOT — to keep track of Elliot's timeline]

Honora and Hiram had been at the Wyndham estate a few days before the ball. Elliot had been stuck in Levi's house, trying to familiarise himself with the feeling of the walls and where the doors were located. He had kept to the walls, because he was afraid of letting go of them and not finding his way back to this lifeline, or of stumbling into the corpse of the last remaining Wyndham. 

The day after the ball, Annabeth had come to see how Levi was doing, for God knows what reason. He didn't remember if he asked, but in all fairness, he also didn't care. He was just glad that she had been his saviour in that moment, because he didn't know how much longer he had been able to survive in the estate. He couldn't see, so it was difficult to find food and fresh water. The woman had helped him home, where they had talked about Gifted, and while Elliot had let his guard down a little, he hadn't said things that could come back around and bite him in the ass. Everything he had said, had been understandable, given the circumstances. He had been victim to Honora's powers, then had witnessed her using them on Levi, and lastly Hiram had blinded him after a failed attempt to stop the madman. 

He was a hero. He had tried to stop an Eldouir. Too bad nobody had been around to witness it. 

Vern was looking after the baronet, but most of the time, Elliot asked him to leave him alone. He wasn't feeling talkative. He had considered going to the palace, but had decided against it for now. That poor excuse of a queen had done nothing to save the population from the biggest cancer there was: the Gifted. He had considered going to Quinton, but hadn't found the energy to actually do so. It would require a lot of him to leave the house, now that he was as blind as a bat. 

Vern had given Elliot a walking stick, with which he could feel around while walking to make sure he didn't hump into things, and it had been working well so far. The fact that he knew his estate like the back of his hand probably played in his advantage as well. 

He thought about Mordha often. He wanted to visit his club, but couldn't, because he didn't feel confident enough as a blind man to go to the city. He wouldn't be able to see evil lurk. He had ordered Vern to go to the gentleman's club and tell him the latest, as well as instruct Lloyd and the other employees to run things for a while. 

So now, on the day that the Eldouir had taken the queen to Arynn Frey, Elliot was enjoying a glass of wine on his terrace, the late autumn sun on his face. He hated the Eldouir, but if he knew they had taken the queen, he would have laughed. It served her right. And then Vern disturbed him again.