Cael saw the Duke di Volo's approach and frowned. In his mind, he wasn't sure he was glad that at least someone seemingly competent survived in the massacre, or unhappy that a mage of di Volo's rank hid in safety instead of fighting.
Which would've likely led to his ignoble death, so… Cael decided it was for the best. He still was unsure, though, what to think about this man. There was a strong mixed feeling in his soul when he thought about all the brave people who died, essentially for nothing.
They might've been good in the past, and then they became a fuel for Cael's advancement. Necessary, yet grim fuel. It wasn't the same as war, where people chose to fight against him and his side; those people were on HIS side from the start!
Ginevra tensed at di Volo's approach, but he held his hands behind his back in a gesture of peace. Still, she watched him with a hawk's gaze.
Cael attempted to sit up, but his body refused to work. Thankfully, Mimi was near.