"Do they really go home... to their families?"
Before anyone could even respond, Elisabeth Valorian looked at the soul formation.
The answer was in every face she found.
The blue-skinned soldier's fists were still shaking but his feet were planted, his tears dried to streaks. The young woman clutched her own arms, white-knuckled. The soldier who had spoken about his mother had raised his head and was staring at Elisabeth without a word, and none of them needed one.
They did go home to their families.
When Elisabeth finally spoke again, her voice carried a tremor she couldn't quite steady.
"I will need to convene with the heads of the clergy." She steadied herself on the second sentence, finding footing in procedure. "A matter of this magnitude cannot be decided on a battlefield or by myself alone. The church must pray, seek the Goddess's guidance, and reach a consensus before any position is taken."
"Why don't you just ask her?"
