A few minutes ago, as Riley was making the Amid and his fleet nervous, the situation inside the ship remained the same— with Hannah filling up the oxygen with her incessant nagging.
What changed, however, was the feeling that something was completely wrong. For Hera, who seemed to be the only one feeling it, it was becoming worse by the second. Her senses were at their highest, with every strand of hair and her body and every pore in her light-brown skin opening up. The uncomfortable chill that came along with it, pricking every inch of her flesh.
She once again looked around, only to realize that completely unbeknownst to her, her feet were moving on their own— moving straight to the door; if it wasn't for her noticing it, she would have probably continued to walk away.
It was then, however, that someone finally noticed her. It was Aerith, who was about to leave the ship so she could try to pull Riley back.
