Strelitzia wrung her hands in her lap nervously as she stared at the wooden wall of her room. The guilt was starting to weigh on her. Ray'ven didn't even remember anything and somehow that made it all the worse. She'd have to pretend that everything was okay and none of it had happened. Maybe it was better that way for her cousin, her death wasn't pleasant.
She died by alone trying to save a bunch of people who probably hadn't deserved such a sacrifice. Rueborn was right. Strelitzia abandoned Ray'ven knowing full well what could have happened. She accepted those consequences when she decided to leave without a word.
