"Master Vestic," Sara who had silently been off to the side approached slowly and took Arla's hand when the elf raised it to slap Sol again. "It is not that she does not understand, we all do; to face a being like Giza this much is almost a requirement." She held Arla in place with a sad smile.
"But that makes it no more acceptable!" Arla snapped, dragging her hand away from the maid and sucking a shuddering breath through her teeth. "After everything that we have been through, it feels like he is throwing it all away, what is the point to any of this without the man I swore my eternal servitude to?" She asked turning to him again.
