The pressure in the room lingered even after Paul finished speaking.
The others quickly understood what he was doing. They couldn't trust someone they just met. What if Amara went to the guild and told them they were once friends with the demon? Or worse, the church?
Trust wasn't something you offered just because someone had something in common with you.
In the end, they gave her nothing concrete, but Amara was content with what she learned.
They hadn't denied it, and that alone was enough for her to make her own judgment.
Her thoughts moved faster than her expression showed. She couldn't forget the respect her God had given the demon. That mattered more than the Church's fury ever could.
If these people knew they were connected to it, it would give her a chance to meet it again.
