Helen looked at Ryan with evident suspicion in her gaze. Seeing the cold expression on her leader's face and the way he evaluated the wounded prisoner, the black-haired warrior already knew exactly what he intended to do.
The woman of the holy knights, still cowering against the cold basement wall, looked at him with profound doubt for a long moment. Ryan's recent words and his imposing presence clashed with the terrifying church reports she knew all too well.
But then, seeking to cling to any small hope of survival in that dungeon, she responded with great uncertainty.
"Then... is it true, you are a healer?" the girl asked with a very trembling voice.
The prisoner kept her gaze glued to the hard stone floor. She spoke in an almost inaudible tone due to the constant fear she felt being surrounded by such powerful monsters.
After swallowing hard with great difficulty, she slowly raised her gaze to meet Ryan's dark eyes.
"Please..." the girl pleaded in despair.
