Cinza's face crumples. "No, no," she cries. "Please. I can't fight. I can't go through that anymore."
You give her the best encouragement you can. "Listen," you say, "everyone thinks of you as a desperate traitor right now. They really are ready to kill you. What you need to do is to fight alongside us. Show everyone that you can be trusted again. That, given the chance to escape, to maybe steal the Orb again, you stay and defend your fellow merfolk."
"I know this is hard," says Estre. "But if you do this, if you show to everyone just how trustworthy you are, then they can't touch you. They'll probably release you from Everwarden duties. They might even let you go to the surface if that's what you want to do."
Arraia nods. "And I promise that if they don't, I'll destroy that stupid Orb myself. And you know how much I argued against you for wanting to do that."
"Yeah," says Cinza. "Yeah, OK. I can fight again this one last time."
You realize that you, Estre, and Arraia have nothing but utility knives, and Cinza, of course, doesn't even have that. "I suggest we all visit the armory," you say.
To the Armory