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Cleona continued to complain about the unsuitable living conditions and kept cursing Rogdan.
Perhaps, for Linderia's companions, Cleona's complaints seemed like nothing more than whining, but the Moenian, in general, understood the witch's emotions. She clearly joined the group only because she yielded to her lover's desire and believed that it would be just a short-lived infatuation for him. Instead, she found herself drawn into a war for reasons completely independent of her actions. And Linderia was well aware of the fears that haunted you when you first found yourself on the battlefield. How your main desire was just to survive until tomorrow. How you fall asleep each night, fearing that you might not wake up. And Cleona was not only a girl with a sensitive soul, but she was also forced to watch Yuissis risk herself. It was even frightening to imagine what was going on in her head right now. It was unlikely that moral support from her lover alone would be enough. She needed to be helped somehow, even with a kind word. Perhaps, share one of the potions taken from Raphael. Linderia approaches Cleona.