The caravan rolled along smoothly after that encounter. No demons. There were a couple of monsters, but the Savior handled them quickly enough. And yet, no one really sang her praises or remarked about the heroics she was pulling off. Mostly because many of the civilians were still focused on what had happened before. As for Athela herself, until the night had come, she'd spent these last hours drawing out that moment. The Savior standing amidst a field of dead bodies. Even once the night had come and it was too dark to continue sketching this out, Athela couldn't stop staring at her notebook.
She was taken out of her little trance, however, when she heard a hushed argument taking place ahead of the wagons.
"... can't just stop," she heard, recognizing the voice as being the Savior's.
"S-Savior, I recommend we take a break," a soldier countered.
