Silence reigned in the room. Nobuntu and Kudzai, on their knees in front of Naeku, looked up at her. The latter was obviously anxious and desperate, but the former remained stoic, even dignified, despite her position. She obviously cared deeply for Naeku, but pride was ingrained deeply into her being.
Naeku looked away with a trembling body. Her wet eyes looked at Erik, searching for answers. Unfortunately, all she saw was compassion and love, but no answers.
Finally, she shot to her feet. "I— I need to go—!" she squeaked in a high pitch, unable to look at the kneeling pair. A storm of conflicting emotions raged on her face.
Before anyone could think to stop her, she was out the door.
A panicked Kudzai immediately tried to stand up and follow her, but Nobuntu put a hand on his shoulder. With her indomitable strength, she forced Kudzai to remain. With a stern kind of pleading, she turned to Erik.
