((Continuing from Prompt: Looking Up))
It took some convincing to coax her sylvari friend to join her company.
Callista understood Zaree’s hesitation for she’d intervened days before, when a few soldiers came across some surviving Pale Reavers and nearly started a fight with their hostility to the elite squad.
Callista could read the shame in her posture like it was a magical aura she could smell. There was anger too. A lot of it. It was strange to see Zaree so furious.
Her determination to save her friends, even if that meant trying to fight Mordremoth on her own...
That was the Zaree she knew.
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