~EGON’S POV~
It has fairly been two days since I left, and Leaden valley is consumed in ill beliefs and bitterness. Though the crowd has felt some satisfaction from killing Leda, they still appear blood-thirsty for Celia’s blood, who they still consider a witch.
“How did this all go so wrong?” I question, unaware of what led Celie involved in Leda’s matter, especially after I’d told her to keep her distance from the doomed cause.
She, however, appears inept at producing a response. Devoured by the agony accompanying bereavement, she doesn’t even raise her head up, which does a fine job of expressing her desire for solitude. Almost done with applying the ointment on her back, I walk towards the door to leave her by herself.
“Wait!”
I let go of the door’s handle and turn to face her
