Aila turned her head back to Silas; her concerned looked turned to one of a sour grape in her mouth. But she quickly composed herself, letting a hard mask fall in place. Silas raised his hand up and beckoned her forward as though she would place her hand in his. Aila scoffed and walked halfway, asking Chiara, Kane and Finn to come forwards for the remaining children.
"Let them go now," She said sternly. "And I will come the rest of the way."
"How about we do this at the same time? That seems fair, doesn't it?" Silas smirked after watching her burning gaze try and melt him.
