The crowd began to disperse, tension releasing like a held breath finally exhaled.
Faelyn felt drained.
Exhausted.
Like she'd run a marathon while bleeding.
Roshan approached first, green eyes concerned.
Still determinedly not looking below her collarbone.
Roshan's mind: ฅᨐฅ'Eyes on her face. Her FACE. She just went through something difficult. Be supportive. Be professional. Don't think about how brave she was. Or how the light catches her hair. Or anything below the neck. Especially not below the neck.'ฅᨐฅ
"Are you alright?"
"I'm fine," Faelyn lied.
Nyx appeared on her other side, equally concerned despite his neutral expression.
Also studiously avoiding looking anywhere except her eyes.
Nyx's mind: ฅᨐฅ'She handled that remarkably well. Commanded the crowd. Made them see her strength. Very impressive. Very... focus on her WORDS, not on... anything else. Just the words. The brave, well-spoken words.'ฅᨐฅ
"You handled that well. Better than most would have."
