Vaelor's voice had been louder than necessary, carrying across most of the exhausted cadets. Zephyrion saw many eyes turn toward them, ears subtly perked, each wondering why he'd chosen to lead them west when the obvious direction lay elsewhere.
Zephyrion answered without looking at him.
"It's the right way."
"Based on what?" Vaelor shot back. "We've been running for over seven hours without a single sign things are improving. In case you haven't noticed, the enemy is getting closer. This is obviously the wrong choice."
"…"
"I'm inclined to agree… huff… huff…" Lucien Donvaire echoed a few steps behind him. His body was completely slick with sweat, his chubby frame wobbling with every movement, weary and exhausted. The Donvaire house were not a physical bunch, and Lucien's current state only proved that fact.
Lucien's cold eyes lingered on Fiona for a moment, still salty about their fight, before shifting to Zephyrion.
