The tension in the temple courtyard lingered even after the scuffle had ended, the air thick with the fear and shame of the fallen guards.
Irielle, still gripping the wrist of the one who had started the mess, dragged him forward with effortless strength and shoved him toward Evaya.
"Take better care of your dogs. Before I'm forced to clean them up for you myself."
Irielle said coldly, her voice laced with contempt.
The guard stumbled, his pride shattered, face pale under Evaya's stern gaze.
Evaya exhaled slowly, shoulders rising and falling as though she had expected something like this.
"I'll take better care of my people. And… I'm sorry for the mess."
She murmured.
Her apology wasn't dramatic, just tired, but it was enough to ease the tension. She gestured toward the temple doors.
"Come. Sit inside. The High Priestess will meet you shortly."
