"It's over…it's over…it's over," Naelia continued to mumble to herself, crouched up in a ball on the floor. Her eyes were distant and vacant, lips trembling as she mumbled to herself. "I'm going to be exiled, and no other sect will take me in after that. I'll need to change my identity to escape this shame. I'll need to become a mercenary to make a living, or I'll need to…."
Naelia continued to ramble to herself, completely forgetting everything and everyone around her. The others nearby stared at her with a curious expression, wondering why she was making such a fool of herself.
"It's going to be alright," John said, placing his hand on her shoulder. "You're not going to get in trouble, and you're not going to be exiled. Stop worrying so much."
Naelia stopped mumbling, her head peering upwards towards his relaxed face. She stared at him for a moment, tears forming at the corners of her eyes.