Keturah looked at Zara's sobbing eyes, her head bowed with fear, anxiety, and disappointment. No one was willing to team with her. Keturah, understanding Zara's need for help, made a decision.
Without fully grasping the depth of Zara's feelings—having never been treated with such indifference herself—she knew what had to be done. She pulled Zara's hand and dragged her along.
"You want a teammate?"
Keturah asked, her voice steady.
"Come with me."
Zara followed, her face a mix of confusion and surprise. Keturah glanced back at her, noting the puzzlement in her eyes. She stopped and turned to face Zara.
"He is not from a noble or even a practitioner family,"
Keturah explained, her tone sincere.
"But he is stronger than me. Is he okay for your teammate?"
Zara's eyes widened, her voice barely a whisper as she asked,
