Daezin turned onto her back, facing the sky, uncaring of the rain that poured down on her. No. No. No. Not the Empire. Not Charkneth. Not the murderous, betraying scum that destroyed her family. Not here. Please not here.
Tears hid among the rain as Daezin sobbed while sadness and fear flooded her. She had worried that her gods-touched mark would turn everyone against her when they found out. Now, she worried that her past would repeat and Corethe would end up a smoking ruin with no one left alive to see it. Except her.
Daezin sat up and wiped her face. Not again. She would not let what happened to Korria happen to Corethe. Not if she could help it. Not if she could stop it.
First things first. She had to get back to Hefler and Aetran. She couldn't do this in her usual style--all brazenness and no preparedness. A plan must be made, and for that, she needed help. Corethe would not fall to Charkneth. Not if she had to lie to and cheat and swindle every person in Corethe to save them.
