"I can't believe it. Instead of just killing that trash —" Alea's voice cut through the silence as she stormed out of the tower, her heels striking the marble steps with quiet anger. The other heads followed in silence overhearing her mutters. "That bastard Lazarus Raven is still breathing."
"Alea…" Namys looked concerned at Alea. She reached out as though to touch Alea's shoulder, but hesitated halfway. "You know it's not that easy."
Alea stopped short and turned on her. "Not that easy?" She repeated. "He attacked my sister, Namys. He should be rotting in the dirt by now—no, dying a hundred times over for what he did." Her voice cracked slightly, though her anger masked it. "If it was Aerinwyn who was attacked, wouldn't you feel the same?" She glanced toward Aerinwyn, who walked beside Namys.
"T–That's…" Namys faltered, exchanging a quick, uneasy look with Aerinwyn before nodding reluctantly. "Yes. I would."
