Sierra's head was a whirlwind of emotions and confusion. Why was she feeling this way? She hated and loved him at the same time, two empires fighting over which one would be chosen by her. In the end, love won. But not before hatred had acted. She realized the entire boulder she had been seated on had been coated in ice, and crushed like a toothpick, ice breaking through it, crackling and breaking the rock like it had been overtaken by some strange disease. Ice coated the floor of where she stood, her mind made up.
She walked over to Casimir, and apologized sincerely, emotions clearly running rampant in her body, but no tears showed, "I'm sorry. I forgive you completely. I've forgotten what you've made me do." She sat beside him and held his gaze more confidently now, perhaps because she had proven what would happen to him if he tried something like that again, but mostly because she was finally confident their tension had been put to rest. She promised in a hoarse voice "I never will change, I promise."