Selene jumps down from the disintegrating corpse of the Gila as it's slowly being swallowed by the black flames of her sword. When her feet roughly landed back to the sand dunes the Gila's head rolls down just the same before crumbling into nothingness. Selene's steps naturally gravitated towards Cessair's hunched figure ignoring the sudden debacle happening behind her.
She can clearly hear the people's hush whispers, their cry of horror, and rolling waves of fear and anxiety stifling the air. She just doesn't know if it's directed to the Gila or specifically to her. Either way, it doesn't matter. She has things to worry about.
