Things were most certainly not fine for Sohalia, but she didn't know how to put into words that she was afraid, and sad, and angry, and things were hurting in a way she was entirely unused to. She was ashamed and guilty, and she couldn't stop feeling the man's arm flinging her into the alley, his hand grasping her by the hair, being pinned to the wall as his hand roamed over her body. She couldn't stop seeing the life draining from the man's eyes as her dagger embedded itself in his side.
It didn't take much longer to make their way to Mateo's home, and in another place and time, Soh would have been awed by the little ship. It was in a quiet part of the docks, which Soh appreciated in that moment, and though it was small, it was covered in greenery. Even in the dark, the faint tinge of lilac was visible from the lavender flowers, and had Soh not been so far in her shame and grief and fear, she would have stopped to admire it. As it was, she took Mateo's hand and followed him down into the cabin.
It didn't take much longer to make their way to Mateo's home, and in another place and time, Soh would have been awed by the little ship. It was in a quiet part of the docks, which Soh appreciated in that moment, and though it was small, it was covered in greenery. Even in the dark, the faint tinge of lilac was visible from the lavender flowers, and had Soh not been so far in her shame and grief and fear, she would have stopped to admire it. As it was, she took Mateo's hand and followed him down into the cabin.
