Things happened so quickly Chrys could barely keep track. The soldiers found Minuet, and then pretty much all hell broke loose.
The figurative turned into the literal as a wave of fear crashed into Chrys. She could barely stay up as she felt the largest amount of irrational fear she’d ever had. She started humming to calm herself down, trying to do anything to keep the fears away. The humming turned to soft singing as she looked up and saw the others in the group who were paralyzed with fear. Gathering up her courage she pushed through the fear, her instincts to protect overriding her negative emotions. I don’t know how well this will work against this, but I have to at least try. And so she sang to the young blonde who was close to tears. She sang a song of strength and courage, a song that would slowly work its way to a call to battle. Faro, let this work.