Yara listened intently to Basilisk's story, her heart aching for the loss he had experienced. The thought of his sister, taken away without explanation, struck a chord deep within her. She understood the pain of losing someone close, the emptiness it left behind.
"Thank you, Warlord..." she said softly, her voice filled with both sadness and gratitude. "It's.. at least comforting to know I'm not alone in this."
She walked a bit closer to him absentmindedly as he spoke of his sister, despite their earlier tension. "I'm sorry about your sister. Losing someone like that, especially a sibling, leaves a scar that never truly heals."
The quiet of the woods felt less oppressive now, the shared stories bringing a sense of connection and understanding between them. Yara's sun-yellow eyes fell on the Warlord briefly, despite everything - despite how they met and their circumstances just a moment ago, she knew she had an ally in Basilisk.
