πThe blood and gore is quickly cleaned up, and the floor once again sparkles as new.
Heavy, orderly footsteps approach, but there is discordance in the order. A lighter footstep, decidedly out of place, causes everyone to look up.
Its source soon reveals itself.
Neither a middle-aged man raggedly dressed in self-styled piety, nor a well-dressed charlatan.
Just a girl with a delicate frame and eyes wide open, herded along the dark carpet like a burdenbeast.
Anatoliy
What could she possibly do? A stiff breeze could blow her over. She wouldn't even make good firewood.
Svetlana
Do not be deceived by appearances. She is indeed the leader of those vagrants.
Svetlana
My personal guard found her surrounded by adoring vagrants, as at the Grypherburg trial over two years ago.
Svetlana
It made our removal of her from the crowd seem shameless and preposterous, just like that trial.
Anatoliy
You would compare her to the Yurodstvo?
Svetlana
Enough of that. As long as she can help you, I do not care what she is, whether she's a peasant or the Yurodstvo.
The girl shakes her head hesitatingly without moving her feet.
Cautus
Are my companions being taken care of?
Cautus
I want to make sure of that.
Svetlana
You certainly have nerve.
Cautus
I only hope to protect my companions.
Svetlana
You must recognize that you are in no position to bargain.
Svetlana
This is your last chance. Come forward.
The Cautus seems to recognize the situation and comes forward as instructed, but Anatoliy begins backing off hastily.
Anatoliy
She's Infected! Why doesn't she heal herself, if she can heal the Infected?
Anatoliy
She's a fraud, Mother. I don't want to waste time on such fruitless endeavors. I don't have timeβ
Svetlana
Take it back! You must not say such things. You have time. You'll get better. You must.
The tall woman turns to the girl and peers into her eyes.
Svetlana
You will heal my son, as you have healed those vagrants.
Svetlana
If you can heal him...
Svetlana
I, Svetlana Ulyanova Buterina, Marshal of the First Army, vow that the First Army shall protect you and your companions for the rest of my days.
Cautus
I have to assess his condition, but my presence seems to bring him discomfort?
Cautus
How can I heal him if I can't even touch him?
Anatoliy
As if a little distance would be a problem if you really had the power to heal Oripathy!
The young man turns his head, as though trying to hide the Originium crystals on his cheeks in his hair, refusing to even look at the girl, much less approach her.
The Cautus girl seems to make up her mind. She takes one look at the commander who forcibly 'invited' her here, then approaches the young man.
Cautus
I take you at your word, madam...
Anatoliy
Stay away from me, peasant!
Anatoliy
If you take one more step towards meβ