Juna quickly put her knife back into its holster that was hidden within one of the pockets of her armor. She simply gave a little shrug to explain her actions. Juna herself wondered if she had ever really planned on killing him. Hurting him, definitely. She could do a hundred things to him without killing. Yet she did not know if she had the intent to kill. Juna shrugged off her thoughts, assuming she had neither the desire nor undesire to kill him.

“Well, seems I got a bit excited there. These things happen; you understand of course,” Juna said. Or maybe he didn’t. She had rarely lost her composure. “I’m sure you understand as well, sir knight. Of course you do.”

Lothren had told her that “enough,” and that was good enough to her. He was their leader, and she owed him a great debt, likely never to really be repaid. She looked back at Annara, who gave her a touch on the shoulder and a look that Juna thought looked almost sympathetic. Juna gave Annara a look, holding that smile that seemed to always be there. 

“That one’s a lively one for sure,” Juna said, and then added mockingly, “His words, at least.”

She took a step away from the Knight, although kept her eyes on him. Who knows what he would do if he had the chance? He was rotten to the core, Juna could tell, and very angry. If he tried anything she would react, although he strong he would do so. He had not been willing to do so already, and now the ideal time for that had passed. They were now going back outside.