"Merchant – you go with them. Both as a prisoner, and as an overseer. I trust that you will ensure there and no problems, mm? What with the weight that you already have hanging over your neck," Lombard said.
Greeves looked regretfully toward Charlotte after the order he was given, and then he rose to his feet, and nodded towards the Captain. But even as he moved, Loriel still did not budge. She tightly grasped Charlotte's hand, crying a seemingly endless stream of tears.
"C'mon, Loriel, let's go," Greeves said quietly. "We'll bury her later. First, we need to make it out alive ourselves, right? Charlotte wouldn't want to see you die alongside her – I can't say she'd think the same about me, but that's the way it goes."
He attempted a grim joke even as he consoled her, but Loriel did crack even the slightest hint of a smile. She clung to Charlotte even tighter, as she cried out her pain.
