"Were- were they looking for me?"
She had been chased by assassins for god knows how many days, and she instinctively thought that this ambush was also her fault.
She was truly guilty inside, thinking it was her fault that she dragged her saviors into this mess.
"Sister Nysalea," Selene called out and walked towards her.
She grabbed her hand and let her lean on herself.
The sword girl was still finding it quite challenging to walk properly.
Her leg tendons were worn out, her hip flexors had been overworked, and her upper body was still covered in bandages… she was clearly going through a lot, but hopefully, she was on the mend.
So… yep. She can't walk.
"Don't worry. Your assailants don't know that you are with us."
Riven: "Mm.. Selene is right. Those fuckers were just my political rivals. They just don't want another ducal household."
"My lord, if I may have the permission to speak", one of the guards in the vicinity hesitantly stepped forward, with a bow.
