Marta felt torn as she sat at the small table in her and Ezra's room. Both people she cared about sat in silence in the room. Atalia was on the chair next to her, twiddling with her necklace between her fingers. While Ezra was pacing around, constantly looking at his watch. She knew that they were both worried about one person: Isiah. And Marta was extremely worried too, Isiah has become like a brother to her. But her relationship could not even come close to the one held between the three of them. They grew up together, they laughed together, they suffered together, they loved together. Marta was so grateful that they let her into their circle, but there was no denying the envy as she watched the way they all interacted together.

Marta reached over and patted Atalia's arm, "Don't worry. I am sure everything is fine." 

But obviously she couldn't know that for sure. They were completely in the blind. Marta knew how much the men planned for this mission. They had every detail and scenario they could imagine planned out. It was one of the more risky plans they have come up with, but the result would prove so beneficial. Aside from getting Ezra's father back, which Marta was most excited for, they would be gaining strong men and women into their community. These men would only fortify their numbers, and allow for the fight to go on. Marta knew how much Ezra put into this. 

Looking up at her husband to be, a small smile graced her lips. She looked down at the ring on her left hand again, still feeling a bit of shock. She couldn't believe everything she dreamed for was finally coming true. She was officially a Jewish woman, and she would be rightfully married to the love of her life. After the ceremony of her conversion, Atalia and Marta spoke with the rabbi. He agreed to marry them together, two days after the mission was complete. So if all went according to plan, that would be in approximately three and half days. There was so much to do, but Marta didn't even consider trying to arrange anything, not until the mission was complete. 

Standing up, Marta walked over to Ezra, who finally stopped pacing for a moment. She stood next to him, reaching over and taking his hand in her own. "Would you like to read us some Shakespeare?" she asked with hopeful eyes. Maybe even the smallest distraction would help the two of them. They were going to drive themselves mad with worry at this rate.