Helen's eyes continued searching for an accomplice in the middle of the silent room.
The black-haired warrior looked around in desperation, searching for someone who would at least take her side even a little in that tense moment. But she found no support whatsoever on her teammates' faces.
Mirian averted her gaze straight toward the hard gray wall, completely refusing to make eye contact with the infuriated warrior.
Beatrice simply maintained her usual cold and neutral expression, staying completely out of the internal conflict.
And Alicia was too focused on her king's well-being to pay any attention to a simple complaint from Helen.
Helen opened her mouth several times, trying to formulate some coherent sentence to defend herself. But she couldn't find a single word to shield herself from the harsh, crude truth Ryan had just thrown in her face.
