Fear he had never felt before grappled at Isaac's chest and squeezed it tight, as if waiting to mix it with some sugar and water and label it lemonade. The force through which his heart was squeezed down on was the same as that a child would put to squeeze out every last drop from the lemon for his summer stand.
And as was natural, the person on the ground with black hair reminiscent of a river and eyes red like petals of rose was just as bewildered as her beloved companion here. Her eyes trembled from side to side while her lips fluttered like freshly hit guitar strings on a tremolo.
She slowly stood upright, her sword still in her hands.
"Lord Isaac."
"Lady Kristine."
Though their words were different, their thoughts were fairly united at the moment.
It was a loud and affirming sound that acknowledged their best case scenario.
Isaac nodded at the lady, stopping his eyes from running anywhere else. The lady too nodded at him.
