[Gallagher]

For one moment, there was silence. Though he was surrounded on every side by countless faces, as Kier looked on on the match between the two knights, all he could hear was his heart hammering. A heavy breath. His very nerves crackling beneath his skin. Amélie's body against the ground. Her armor as she struggled. To get free. Against her own panic. Silence.

And he, he only had thoughts of her. Broken. Damaged. Shamed.

The clamoring of the crowds went on with one less among them. Kier made his way to his knight and her horse, uninterested in what had earned such a commotion.

"Miss Amélie-?"