Dragongal
Miss Medic
Emmalia watched the priest silently. Though she was burning with a fever, she could hear the priest's heart rate increase every second he was near her, and the same for the servants. "Yes. Here we are. I take it you're insinuating that he was more concerned with the color of my blood. Or was that just you?" She eyed over the servants until they shifted uncomfortably and looked away, then she turned her gaze to the priest.
"If you're concerned about that, know this: if I were going to kill you, you'd all have died before you know I was awake. Make what judgments about me that you will, assume whatever you want. I am not a threat unless you make me one." She didn't look away from the priest as she spoke, and she kept her voice impassive. She could beg, try to explain, but that was not something she was willing to do.
"If you're concerned about that, know this: if I were going to kill you, you'd all have died before you know I was awake. Make what judgments about me that you will, assume whatever you want. I am not a threat unless you make me one." She didn't look away from the priest as she spoke, and she kept her voice impassive. She could beg, try to explain, but that was not something she was willing to do.
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