When Jerome had departed, Lillian released a sigh, her features weary with apology.
“I beg your pardon on his behalf,” she said softly. “He is the village chief, and ever wary of strangers. His caution stems from bitter memories, our people have suffered much in years past.”
Cedric gave a slow nod, his expression unreadable. “I understand his burden. He merely seeks to guard his own.” Then his eyes turned toward the still form lying upon the cot. “And how fares her health?”
Lillian followed his gaze, a faint smile blooming on her lips. “The girl has endured more than any soul ought to,” she said. “But to have taken that first step, to rise against her fear and strike down that man… it speaks of a spirit that stirs within her. A spirit of fire.”
He murmured in agreement, “Aye. She is st
