"Lydia!" Von shouted, running up to meet them. His usually light-hearted demeanor had vanished, replaced by a cold, silent intensity.
The assassin smirked, twirling her daggers with casual arrogance. "What's the matter? Cat got your tongue? You all seemed pretty confident before the fight. What happened?"
Neither Horizon nor Von responded. Their silence spoke louder than any words could, a quiet, simmering rage that threatened to explode at any moment.
"Silphie!" Horizon called, his voice calm but commanding.
The sleepy healer appeared at his side almost instantly, her usual monotone replaced by a rare urgency. She knelt beside Lydia, her hands glowing with soothing light as she began to mend the thief's wounds.
Lydia winced as the magic worked through her battered body, but her lips quivered as she forced out an apology.
