After the fight concluded, the adrenaline began to dissipate into the humid air of the swamp, leaving the party members breathing heavily as they surveyed the scattered remains of their foes.
Clyde, wiping a bead of sweat from his forehead, hurried to Viola's side. His movements were hurried, driven by a desire to acknowledge the pivotal role she had played in their survival.
"Thanks for what you did back there," he said, sounding genuinely relieved.
He looked at her with an intensity, his pulse still settling. "That was a close call. Without that timely intervention, things could have gone south very quickly."
"It was no problem," Viola replied smoothly. Her voice was as calm as a still lake, devoid of the frantic energy that possessed the others.
She showed no signs of exhaustion, her posture remaining perfectly poised amidst the muck and mire of the dungeon floor.
