Aseira's words brought a wave of relief washing over Brittany. "...Well, it's not that bad, because your father was there," she admitted, a hint of amusement creeping back into her voice.
Brittany, the tension draining from her shoulders, let out a long sigh. Of course, her father, the King of Cymeria, wouldn't stand idly by while his kingdom was attacked. He was a formidable warrior himself, and with him leading the defense, there was a chance, a good chance, that Cymeria could weather this storm.
"Alright, that changes things," Brittany conceded, a sliver of hope flickering in her eyes. "If Dad's there, they'll be alright for now. But I still need to get back. I can't leave them hanging while I'm here babysitting a—"
Aseira cut her off with a raised eyebrow. "Babysitting? Don't underestimate the importance of rebuilding, my dear. A strong kingdom starts from a strong foundation, both in its people and its infrastructure."
