[Light filters in through the dusty windows of the church, showing Aureln's face. The black and blue bruising down her cheekbones has largely faded to yellow and pink - she doesn't seem to notice them. Her helm is held in her lap, newly polished. There's a haughty upturn to her chin, a cool curl to her lip, as she looks at the camera ( Read more... )

This is ridiculous folly. ...What are we supposed to do with them?

Thereth! They may find your presence helpful.