"I told you - I [i]didn't[/i]. I [i]haven't[/i]" replies Kalaya, tiredly, letting herself be dragged around by the other knight. Even if she could've mustered the strength to fight her off, to resist somehow, she didn't want to. Petony has a right to it after all. As a mentor, a more senior knight and just as someone who hasn't completely fucked things up.

"It wasn't me." she says, hoping that the knight might take this time to believe her.

She glances at the snake, watching its eyes reflect the firelight from the nearby camp. Is it one of Ven's? Or just an innocent observer?

"The Kingdoms are my home. I will defend it to my dying breath." she continues, every word needing effort to get past a sluggish toungue. "I will respect the weak and defend them ... I will give mercy to those who ask it I ... shall not recoil before my enemy..."

She glances up at the night sky, wishing against wish. While her hand brushes the empty scabbard by her side. 

"I won't be broken by this. I won't ... I won't."

[i]I can't be beaten this way.[/i] she thinks [i]After all, I have a date tomorrow.[/i]

"Where are we going now?"