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Aurel looked in the captured soldier's direction, cocking her head to the side at his remark. It was clear that the enemies hated them for far more than their motivations. She wondered how deep the hatred ran.

She nodded as Valoel spoke, understanding of her dedication to orders. If her superiors had ordered her to keep quiet, Aurel was not one to push the matter further. Before she could reassure her of this, however, Victors hands had locked themselves their medic's throat and Valoel was called away to deal with it.

She wished she could say she was surprised, but this was exactly what she'd been worried about earlier. Seeing as there were two people now trying to wrench Victor away from the medic, Aurel instead approached Viktoriya, hands raised to show her friendly intentions– far away from her swords. "It's okay, dear," she said, her voice light and soft, positioning herself between Viktoriya and the assailant. An action she might find herself regretting later, she realised, but she was willing to take that chance. "They're dealing with it, it's going to be okay. Calm down now. It's okay."

She remained friendly in nature, but her stance was clear: if Viktoryia advanced, Aurel would be ready to try and stop her.