Eve shrank back from Aella’s harsh gaze. All the pride she’d felt dissipating as quick as it had come. She hung her head studying her shoes, the blush left her cheeks turning them back to the pale colour her skin usually wasAella sat back, watching the group and the dead we-sa with widened eyes. They were praising her. Praising the girl for murdering the creature. She felt sick when she looked back at the creature, biting into her lip. If no one has ever escaped, how do they even know that it is the we-sa? It could be something else.
"Gone." She whipped her gaze to the silent Eve, her voice firmer this time. She stared at her, before she collected her clothing, and stood, shoving her way through the ground and towards the barn, vanishing into the loft.