Elys would be lying to herself if she denied the fact that she was utterly scared. Her face might have been calm and radiated beauty, but deep inside she dreaded what would happen next.
Being a warrior didn't necessarily mean that she was without fear. In fact, she did fear a lot of things, but she chose to use that fear to fuel her will to push through and rise triumphant in whatever endeavor or challenge she faced.
This right here was something she feared, but she was determined to do whatever it took if it meant she could bring her people out of their miseries. It was a small price to pay for the salvation of many precious lives.
She closed her eyes and let Aleksander lift her unto their bed.
There was a certain hunger that seemed to awoken in him. She could hear him pant even though the couch had only been a few strides away from the bed. With his gait, it would probably just take him a couple of steps.