*Should've been 1 super long chap to make more sense, but then I divided the chap into 2 because it was long and at the same time, needed to be that long.
*sighs in confused author. enjoy.
[ALANOR]
"And what can we do to help?" Usman asked, looking hopefully at a distraught Crielda.
The team needed to find a way out of this, and if Nymeriah's call for help was what they needed to attend to first, then they would. Maybe then, they would find an easier way out of the mess they had all been forced into.
Criselda was thinking on overdrive and at the same time, she was worried about what Alanor would make of all this. She didn't want her son to come after the vigilantes and blame them for not being good enough, but at the same time, she didn't want the vigilantes to live their lives in regret.
That wasn't what Alanor would have wanted for them and she knew that so well.
