Zeya insists that she does

“Shit.” Zeya remarks brightly, hopping off the table and scurrying to the doorway to peer out. “They’re coming this way. Shit. We need to hide you.”

Lavorra follows her, and places a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “I’m not going anywhere, certainly not with you. I can take them.”

She hefts her shield, looking around for anything she can use as a blunt instrument.

Zeya turns around, and looks Lavorra up and down. “Honestly, no offence, but they’ll take you. I’m sure you’re very capable. But there’s four of them, and you’re not exactly armed to the teeth. Besides, they’ll be more of them close by, visiting the other women.”

Lavorra has to admit, she has a point, but she grimaces at the thought of shying from battle, “Alright, then hide with me. I’m not leaving you alone with four of them!”

“Four is nothing. But if they can’t find me they’ll tear this place apart.” Zeya shrugs, and her expression turns serious, “Look, you’re the best chance anyone here has of getting out of this: you can’t throw that away now for my sake. If they find you, they’ll overpower us both, and then they’ll drag you back to their lair and - sorry - make you into a Daemon-spawning machine. There’s a way we can get out of this, but only if you stay free.”

Lavorra can’t suppress a shudder at her new friends words. She knows she’s right. And though capture might bring her closer to Melira… it wouldn’t do either of them, or Zeya and the villagers any good.

But after everything, she’ll be damned if she’ll leave Zeya to face this alone, whatever that might mean for herself…