Ravhel looks back to see what Vince is talking about. She found herself looking at the wounded savior and then she smiled at them. “They’re the ones who saved us.”
Pointing to the man in tattered hood, Zeth didn’t like the attention he’s getting; thus, he faced the other way avoiding their stares of admiration.
“What about that lady?” Said by one of the elders, his voice is gentle but at the same time it’s coarse and almost out of breath. She’s wounded, we need to treat her right away.”
Urging her to tend the wounded woman.
Ravhel looks at the side, unable to withstand the glances of anticipation, biting the inside of her cheek and is quite hesitant to tell them, but soon she realizes that she needs to tell the truth, “this lady is Blessed Grace Hermie.” She muttered in a low voice.
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