Still, tears ran down her face as she raised her hands to try and cover them, almost like it would somehow help, even as her shoulders rocked back and forth with quiet, broken sobs. Zyren raised his hands to pat her back and comfort her as they made their way back to the mansion, only for his hands to freeze midair.
Aware that Aira would only hate his touch—since the one thing she would remember was the words her sister had kept on uttering right before he sliced her head off.
"He killed me!! Aria… he killed me!!"
The memory of Liora's shrill, panicked screams echoed relentlessly in his mind, and it pissed Zyren off more than he cared to admit. He wished he had silenced her much faster than he did. The words had been unnecessary. Troublesome. He clenched his jaw as he pulled Aira closer instead, holding her tighter as he headed into the carriage that would drive them back to the mansion.
