She doesn't have much time to protest. Nanamo is unyielding, dragging them into the hallway with her hand around Irhya's wrist. About halfway up the stairs to her chambers, Irhya wrenches her hand free and stops running, digging her heels in hard.
"Forgive me, but-- what the hell is going on? I watched you die just now! Even so, they're not going to stop just because things went a little awry! They'll kill you too!"
Ilberd is surely not daft enough not to notice, but perhaps the fact that the play has already been made means they cannot simply append their plans for an unexpected circumstance like this. But is the sultana still collapsed on the floor of her bedroom, or...?
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She doesn't have much time to protest. Nanamo is unyielding, dragging them into the hallway with her hand around Irhya's wrist. About halfway up the stairs to her chambers, Irhya wrenches her hand free and stops running, digging her heels in hard.
"Forgive me, but-- what the hell is going on? I watched you die just now! Even so, they're not going to stop just because things went a little awry! They'll kill you too!"
Ilberd is surely not daft enough not to notice, but perhaps the fact that the play has already been made means they cannot simply append their plans for an unexpected circumstance like this. But is the sultana still collapsed on the floor of her bedroom, or...?