Carriage,
Critic-Izinghale, Critic-Ishire.
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Helena considered the idea, her eyes narrowing as she weighed their options. Before she could respond, one of the women, a lady with dark, intelligent eyes and a composed demeanour, spoke up.
"Please, don't," she said softly, her voice carrying a note of desperation. "If you disrupt the travel, it could ruin everything. I beg you, let us continue."
Lydia and Helena turned to face her, surprise evident in their expressions. "Why?" Lydia asked, her brow furrowing. "Why would you want to continue if we are being taken against our will?"
