Kain and Serena watched as the elderly woman, now under Bea's control, unsteadily hobbled through the bustling tribe. Her frail body barely supported by the staff she held in her wrinkled hands.
Kain and Serena followed at a discreet distance, their faces partially obscured by their scarves, their eyes darting around to ensure they weren't being watched too closely.
With every step, her shoulders trembled slightly, and her slow, unsteady pace only amplified Kain's growing discomfort. He could feel Serena's piercing gaze burning into the side of his head, a judgmental silence heavy between them.
Serena shot Kain a sharp glare, her disapproval evident even through the fabric covering her face. "You're using an old woman for this?" she hissed under her breath, her voice low but laced with judgment. "She can barely walk. This feels… wrong."
