Mari’s lips twitched as she stepped into the room. She opened her mouth, but never got a chance to say anything. Regan saw the occupant of the room from over her shoulder. She pushed past Mari and ran towards Dainan. Mari stumbled, bumping into the wall, ignoring how that only made the pain in her arms sharper.
The incident, as Mari referred to it in her mind, had brought her and Dainan closer. He believed her, and he had watched over her when she was completely vulnerable. Ever since then, Mari had continued to go back to his cell and see him every day. She quite enjoyed the visits; she learned so much. Things were slowly making more sense; she could give things their proper names again.