"Stay alive. I have questions for you," Solomon said.
The woman nodded. "Understood. I wish you all the best." She took off at a sprint for the fleeing Fellmorans.

Shortly after Princess Amalthea hit the ground, Solomon came running up to her. "AMALTHEA!" He wrapped his arms around her and embraced her. The princess wrapped her arms around him. All his blood, sweat, and grime smelled like perfume to her - it was a sign he'd fought for her and lived to tell the tale. She gripped the cloth on his back and wept into his shirt.

Solomon put his hands on her shoulders and looked into her face. "Is anyone else inside?" he asked. Amalthea stared back at him. [i]Should I tell him?[/i]
[i]No. She deserves to die. Besides, if he rescues her, she might fall in love with him.[/i]

"No, there- there's no one else," she stammered. She scratched the back of her neck. "No one alive, I mean."