"What's your name?" Amberine asked, her voice tight as she approached the still-dazed student. Her hands twitched at her sides, residual heat from the battle still pulsing through her veins. She was barely keeping her temper in check, her eyes narrowing as she looked down at the girl. Ifrit, sensing the tension, stirred within her robe, his warmth a subtle reminder to stay calm.
The student blinked, her breaths shallow and uneven. She sat up slowly, wincing as she pressed a hand to her forehead. "Ramia," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the soft crackling of lingering embers in the hallway. "My name is Ramia."
Elara stepped forward, her cold gaze never leaving Ramia's face. "You were involved in the ritual," she said bluntly, her voice emotionless. "Tell us everything."
