Yearning for a rational resolution, I peer at her with a furrowed brow, seeking some clarity amid the weight of the revelations.
I take a moment to absorb Lyara's revelation, the weight of her words sinking in. The air between us is charged with an unspoken tension, the gravity of the situation hanging in the room like a heavy mist.
"You spoke with the wizard?" I repeat, my voice carrying a mix of disbelief and curiosity.
She nods solemnly, her eyes holding mine. "Yes, I did. But I believe in you. I believe we can face this together."
My thoughts swirl as I attempt to unravel the complexities of the situation. A sense of gratitude washes over me for Lyara's trust, yet the weight of our predicament intensifies.
I am certain she does not know everything, especially about the sacrifice.
