Martha ignored the continued barrage of words from the imprisoned woman and focused on her task. She used some cloth to fashion makeshift bandages and block the flow of blood from the man's head wound.
As she observed his chest rise and fall in shallow breaths, a sense of relief washed over her, temporarily relieving the tension in her chest.
The female prisoner's voice broke into her thoughts, offering her advice. "You should finish him off while he's down. An enemy doesn't need mercy, and it'll come back to bite you."
Martha was momentarily snapped out of her thoughts, her gaze falling to the sword in her hand.
She contemplated whether killing him was the best course of action, her inner conflict evident on her face. After a brief internal struggle, she shook her head, dismissing the idea.
"We are not enemies," Martha stated, her voice carrying a touch of uncertainty as she observed the woman who was restrained before her.
