In fact she had not seen the details of her companions' treatment.
Whether she could not look or did not try to look, she herself could not sort it and had only accepted the result.
Rigel gouged that guilt without mercy.
"…! I get it! Do as you like!!"
Almost shouting she declared it and Irina turned her face away.
Her cheeks were hot with frustration.
She wanted to talk back, but the more she did the worse her own position became.
Understanding that was all the more infuriating.
Rigel laid Irina on the rear seat of the carriage and hid from the neck down with the mantle.
The bulky cloth covered from her chest to her toes, and the line of her own body vanished from Irina's field of view.
At the fact of being hidden there was a sense of pressure of having lost a place to flee rather than relief.
Incidentally the driver had been replaced by one of the men.
Miena was sleeping soundly in the corner of the rear seat from sleep magic.
