CW: violence π
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The eldest guard's lips had twisted into a cruel smile as he had leaned in, his voice dripping with condescension, "Oh, look at them begging like pathetic strays. Cute. Tell me, healer, what could you possibly gain from seeing that witch?"
The young healer who had been speaking had exchanged a determined glance with her companions, her voice quivering but resolute as she had responded, "We are not seeking to gain anything, sir. We are here to pay our respects."
Her whispered words had carried a weight of sincerity, and she had held her ground despite the intimidating presence of the guards.
The expressions on the guards' faces had remained unchanged, their features set in a mixture of annoyance and condescension.
Undeterred, the healer girls had knelt on the ground, their heads held high, determined to make their plea heard.