Milena: *loudly sobs as she clings onto Seferia’s back* Get the youths somewhere safe… *looks back at Desiree* Can you mind my babies? I… *looks back to Seferia* I don’t care if it’s High Treason. Go back and get my husband. If we suffer exile… at least we live.
Kalysto: *clings onto Seferia, awed by her huge size*