Helena embraced Faye's hands in hers, explaining her view: "Even I have to admit; if I did not know the situation, I would have said you were demon-possessed with what I witnessed here this evening."
A sigh caught in Helena's throat, her eyes raised to the ceiling, as if searching the air for a better way to tell Faye of what was to come.
"Thus, we are now faced with a real quandary."
"I overheard Sir Wymar talking with several royal knights while I treated the injured clerics. You are to be taken to an inquisition tribunal in the capital and interrogated."
A cold tremor ran through Faye, making her skin prickle. She withdrew her hands from the old woman's. Her mind felt disoriented and numb at hearing the unexpected news from Helena. It was like her soul had drained from her body, leaving her a ghost of a person.
She could not believe the unfortunate turn of events.