Rena suddenly gathered herself. Her eyes dried and her face steeled itself in a soft smile. Ladies did not cry. Ladies did not complain or push their burdens onto others. And she was raised as a lady! A sword fighting one… but still. She pulled her hand back from Anisa, the girl obviously didn’t want to be treated like a child. Rena’s soft expression vanished before she stared at the girl for a moment. “You heard the Capitan… Medic supplies is down below. I’m going to get it ready for whoever needs it. Come if you want, or stay in this mess.”

Rena looked around her for a moment, frowning to herself. Everyone was running around with their heads cut off, and she would have no part in it. Standing, she grabbed a pair of white gloves from her pocket and slipped them on. Without checking to see if Anisa followed, she turned on her heels and marched towards where the Capitan had said. Her sword swung from her hip, still red with blood.