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Hunter sat at the dining table, barely touching his food and grasping at his head.

«Give her time, alright?» Wolfin sat next to the man.

«Oh, fuck off.» Hunter growled.

«Don’t push us away, Hunter.» Lindon sat on the opposite side. «We’re here to help.»

«What help, huh? She’s been locked in Cipher’s quarters for a week now!» Hunter bared his teeth at the Veluthian. «And you can’t even tell me what those prison guards could have done to her.»

«She suffered defeat, Hunter.» Wolfin shook his head. «To her it’s a bitter thing to go through. She lived her whole life trying to be the best of all of Veluthian and Laithorian warriors.»

«The best warriors stand up and continue fighting.»

«We know that. But give her time to heal, her pride was wounded greatly.»

«Then why doesn’t she want to see me? Or even you? Don’t you think our company wouldn’t help her heal from whatever blow to her pride she took?» Hunter was becoming angry with each word he said.

«Look…» Lindon leaned over the table. «You have to understand that she had never suffered defeat. Never. She was always stronger than all her peers, all her comrades and everyone who ever wanted to take a swing at her. She exhausted herself in ways none of us thought reasonable. And she really became the best. Veluthians love to become stronger, but she made it her life’s goal. And now she was forced to surrender and be taken prisoner for the things she hadn’t done.»

«And what do you propose I do? Give up on her? Forget it and act like nothing happened?» Hunter hit the table.

«We propose you be there for her when she finally comes out.» Wolfin sighed. «She will come out, trust me. She just needs a bit of time to come to terms with what happened.»

«There has to be something we could do to help her through it.»

Lindon glanced at Laneth, who walked into the dining area, engaged in something on the information tablet in her hands.

«Maybe… we could ask for a favour?» Lindon said.

Wolfin and Hunter saw him looking at Laneth and exchanged glances.

«You think Serena would see Laneth and not us?» Hunter growled angrily.

«Well… think about it. If she won’t see us, maybe she would be open to at least speak to Laneth?» Lindon shrugged. «I’m grasping at straws here, Hunter. Don’t blame me for it.»

«Wolfin?»

«It’s a good thought.» Wolfin sighed. «Just… don’t push Laneth to do something we can all regret, alright?»

«I’m regretting allowing Serena to come here in the first place!» Hunter hit the table with his fist.

Wolfin noticed how Laneth looked their way.

«Look, we all know it was her decision!» Wolfin said. «We had to trust her…»

«And look where it got us!» Hunter jumped to his feet.

Wolfin sighed and stood up, stepping aside:

«She’s been cleared of her charges. The son of the man we were investigating is arrested. Her assumptions towards her surrender were correct.» the man headed towards Laneth, who stood there, watching the heated discussion the men had.

Lindon breathed out:

«No matter what happened in prison, Serena was right to put her trust in the Empress.»

«But it does matter, Lindon!» Hunter leaned over the table, gritting his teeth. «I can’t just allow her to be locked up in the captain’s quarters all this time! I have to know what happened…»

Laneth slowly and cautiously approached the men.

«Wolfin said you wanted to ask me something?» she said.

Lindon met her worried gaze and stood, stepping closer to her:

«Look, I won’t be tiptoeing around. We need your help.»

«Is it about Serena?» Laneth seemed to become tense.

«Yes. She locked herself up in Cipher’s quarters, and none of us really know what happened to her. Hunter is worried, we all are, and we need answers. We thought, maybe, you would be able to help us reach out to her?»

Laneth glanced at Hunter and saw him closing his eyes.

«You know I’d be happy to help, I’m just not sure if I can do anything…» she shrugged.

«It doesn’t matter if you think you can… she doesn’t want to see any of us. Just… try and talk to her, maybe? It would mean the world to us.»

Hunter straightened and looked into Laneth’s eyes:

«Laneth, I really need to know what happened to her. Please. Help us. I can’t bear the thought she’s been locked up in that room for a week now!»

«Just… talk to her.» Lindon asked, pleadingly looking at Laneth, who stood there, lost to what she could do to help. «That’s all we ask of you. Talk to her.»

«I mean…» Laneth sighed. «I can try, but… I’m not sure she’s up for conversations right now.»

«She loves fireball…» Hunter gritted his teeth. «Maybe, you can break the ice with that? Offer her a drink?»

Laneth sighed again:

«I’ll try.»

Lindon smirked, but his smile faded, when he understood that even with all their efforts, Serena might not be open to talk to anyone yet.

It didn’t take them too long to let Laneth have a meal, before grabbing a bottle of fireball and heading to the captain’s quarters. The men gave her some space, keeping far behind, and watched her walking up to the door cautiously.

Laneth slowly approached the door and hesitated, glancing over her shoulder, seeing Hunter, Wolfin and Lindon standing ways away, by the corner, watching her.

«Captain?» Laneth called out. «Can I please speak with you?»

«Leave me alone, all of you.» they heard Serena responding, her voice quiet and seemingly pained.

«Serena, please.» Laneth pleaded. «I wanted your input on some new designs I made…»

«This can wait.»

«I… uh… brought you some of that fireball whiskey you love so much. Can you at least open the door so I could give it to you?»

A silence fell for a good minute, before the door slid open and everyone saw Serena standing there – eyes looking down, her – now short – hair ruffled like it hadn’t been brushed all these days. She was wearing the same clothing she had on when they released her, which made her friends think she hadn’t once used the shower.

The woman offered Serena the bottle, seeing tracks of tears on her face:

«If you don’t want to talk… I can just keep you some company?»

Serena silently took the bottle and made a step back, shaking her head and declining. Laneth looked down, defeated, and suddenly noticed a very small detail no one else has – a few blood stains on the inner thighs, long dried on the clothes. The door slid shut again, leaving Laneth outside in a harsh realisation to the reasons behind Serena’s wish to remain alone all these days.

She turned, glancing at the men and thought if she should be telling them about her terrifying assumption.