☀️ Arselia and Akonia

Taking advantage of the lack of clocks, before anyone else could get to work, Phyr rushed to headquarters and found them both at the gate... Oh well. What a meeting.

 

-- Hello, -- she thought a longer greeting would be pointless.

Beata felt the anger boiling within her again. If that bastard who wounded Eugene were here now, she would tear him to shreds, and she wouldn't care that he had taken out several guards and, well, wounded the Patriarch. She would rip his throat out in pure rage and stubbornness, even if it meant severely damaging her own health.
She clenched her fists, bit her lip, and exhaled. Guyon squeezed her forearm reassuringly.
 - I hope that... unpleasant person who attacked him... gets what he deserves, - she said, carefully choosing her words.
 - We are very sorry to hear that he has not yet regained consciousness, - Guyon sighed. - Thank you for sharing this information.
More than anything, he wanted to help Eugene. But what could he, a mediocre medic, do? Apply a plantain leaf? The Patriarch is now surely in the hands of the best doctors and priests of Margel. No matter how much he wanted to, he couldn't make a difference. Useless...
As if in response to his thoughts, Beata patted him on the shoulder reassuringly, but her gaze was stern - she realized that he was falling into self-flagellation again, and she predictably didn't like it.
 - It's a pity that we can't help... All that remains is to hope that Mother Anuzish will be as merciful to him as he was merciful to us, - the adventuress tilted her head. - I'm sure that the best doctors and healers of Margel are already fighting for his life, so everything is in the hands of the gods.
 - Yes... We still hope that he will marry us at the end of the month, - Guyon smiled awkwardly, trying to lighten the mood, because Beata looked as if a black storm cloud was about to materialize above her.
It worked - Beata smiled slightly in response and raised her head. But she didn't feel much better.
 - The church was also destroyed, - the ex-bandit sighed. - So...
 - Yes... But I hope everything will be alright.
 - Me too, Guyon. By the way... - Beata thought and turned to Bazella, - indeed, who is in charge of church matters now? Of course, Margel is not up to weddings and the like right now, but there must be somewhere to go to pray, confess, lift curses and ailments, and seek support from higher powers, especially in light of what happened... Is that all up to you now? Or do you only deal with aliens, as in the advertisement?