Lets Start The Plan

Areon stood dumbfounded, his thoughts swirling in confusion. His eyes darted to her clenched fists, her slender fingers trembling ever so slightly. The blood of Razeal still stained her palms, and though purification was but a thought away for her, she had not cleansed it. His blood remained, dark against her pale skin a reminder of the moment she reached out, and how bitterly she had been rejected.

Why had she apologized? The question flashed across Areon's mind like lightning. She had touched him that man. And then she apologized for it? His heart beat uncomfortably fast, his mind filled with unspoken questions as he stared at her clenched hands and the sadness she tried so hard to conceal. The Saintess had always been strong, unshaken, yet now... now she trembled.