Third-person pov
For a long moment after Vale stopped moving, Jella just stood there, completely still, as if her body had forgotten how to react. Her chest rose and fell unevenly, her breath coming out in short, shaky bursts as her eyes remained fixed on the man lying at her feet. The silence in the room felt too loud, pressing against her ears in a way that made it hard to think clearly, and for the first time since she had driven the blade into him, her mind began to catch up with what she had done.
The anger that had consumed her moments ago was still there, but it was no longer the only thing she felt. Something colder had crept in, something sharp and suffocating that wrapped around her chest and tightened with every passing second.
Panic.
