Dron moved without thinking.
He stepped in front of Tempest just as Hen reached them, but the human woman didn't slow down. She stopped close enough that Dron could see the fury burning in her eyes.
"Move."
"No."
"Dron." Tempest tugged on his hand. "It's okay."
It wasn't okay. Nothing about the expression on Hen's face made Dron believe it was okay, but he looked back at Tempest and saw something that stopped him. She wasn't afraid. She knew exactly why Hen was coming for her, and apparently, she had already decided that she was going to face it.
Dron hated it.
Still, he stepped aside.
Hen immediately turned her anger on Tempest. "You said we could trust you!"
"You can."
"Look around!" Hen screamed. "Look at what happened! We let you in. We let all of them in because you told us they were safe, and now my people are dead!"
"They didn't do this."
"I know they didn't!"
The words stopped Tempest.
