[center][h1][b]Iraleth Kyrios[/b][/h1][/center]

Iraleth's thoughts were interrupted by yet more crazed ranting. The principal? She sneered. What good would that do Ciara now? 

[b]"Does it even matter, in the end?"[/b] Iraleth murmured out loud. [b]"Perhaps you do hear voices in your head that turn you into an insane mummer. All that proves is that you're a danger to those around you."[/b] She continued to gaze down at the delirious witch.

[b]"What do you think would have happened if you'd dueled someone that [i]couldn't[/i] have fended you off? Bronsteel would have crumpled the second you laid hands upon him. And then he would be [i]dead[/i], Ciara. Because you couldn't control yourself."[/b]

She eyed the pillow Ciara was laying on. The madness could all end here, before anyone could actually be seriously hurt or killed. It would be so easy...

But was that right? Did Ciara even deserve trial at this point? Her actions were almost guaranteed guilty. Would it be a mercy to simply snuff her out here and save her a humiliating trial and most probable execution...?

Iraleth froze. What the hell was she doing? This wasn't the field. Ciara was a prisoner at this point. Had she really been so personally affected by the duel that she'd been legitimately contemplating playing judge, jury, and executioner all on her lonesome? It wasn't as if she believed that Ciara wouldn't be killed for this. The duel in the Record was damning. But it wasn't her decision, her authority to uphold. 

The paladin forced herself away from Ciara's bedframe, brushing past the curtains to emerge out into the rest of the infirmary room. And she set out into the hall, intent on finding [i]someone[/i] that had Adapa access to Raja.