Silent Witness

Sintija's hand grasped Markos's and he was roused from his thoughts as he looked at her. There was a raw vulnerability in her eyes that he wasn't accustomed to seeing. Even in their intimate moments she had never looked this… helpless. He leaned down and gently kissed her on her forehead, gently stroking her golden hair with his free hand. "I'm here with you, you're safe." He commented softly.

She looked up at him as the firelight danced in her eyes. There was a smile on her face but a profound sorrow in her eyes. "When this is over…" her voice trailed off as her gaze shifted to Uguns. The goddess placed a cautionary finger against the obsidian lips of her mask and Sintija reluctantly nodded. "Yes, there is time for that later," she sighed, deciding against speaking whatever it was that troubled her.

There is something she's not supposed to say to me. Another part of the trial?

Markos frowned and gave Sintija a quick hug. "Of course."