The body of Vena lost its colors, and her leaves withered. Her pale green skin looked now ashen grey as if there was no life remaining in her. Yet, Arthur could see that she was surrounded by many flowers as if the druids built her a memorial.
'Didn't you all agree to send her to her death?'
Arthur shook his head as he looked at Vena. To his surprise, the old druid wasn't dead yet, but she was very close to being. He turned toward Merlin, who was bound to know this.
"Tell me, My Voice of Conscience," Arthur whispered to Rosa beside him in Alvan Language. "What do you think about this?"
"About what?"
"Should I save this woman? She wanted to risk the life of her people just to avoid her death. I can save her, but I don't want to." Arthur said. "The druids seem to like her, but I do not."
"It has nothing to do with you," Rosa replied with a frown. "And don't we all try to survive, despite how much it hurts our morals?"
