The judgment has ended, and most of the crowd are starting to disperse to do their daily duties, including Faelyn.
She can feel Amendiel's gaze penetrating the back of her skull even as she hastens her footsteps to flee from his sight.
Her stomach hurts; perhaps it's because she had been so scared, she had been merely a second too late from stopping the executioner from severing Leera's head.
Faelyn inhales deeply, and the restless stir in her stomach intensifies, causing the breath to whoosh from her in weak pants.
No, maybe it is hunger; after all she has not had anything at all to eat today; Faelyn begins to walk faster; the chamber is her destination.
A voice behind her halts her movements.
Faelyn whirls around, it's Ruto.
"Thank you... For saving her," Ruto says, his eyes are tired but gleaming with gratitude regardless.
