Nasala raised her chin quietly as the traitor was shoved before her, trying to keep her expression composed. She didn’t want to believe that it was the same person she had once called friend. She had known them a year. An entire year, spent learning about them. Defended them. Known them and comforted them — and yet... here they were. A traitor to Caelor. A traitor to her.

“What do you have to say?” she said, her voice quiet and nearly breaking with anger. With a pain, rather, that she tried to cover with anger. She swallowed it back again, though it still burned in her eyes. She wasn’t sure there was enough anger to justify how badly she hurt.

She wasn't sure what she wanted them to do. Grovel, beg forgiveness? Would she even listen? Could she ever forgive such an act? She tried to remind herself that she was angry on behalf of her country, but her chest ached with a personal pain it refused to rid of.