It was a new day. I had showered; scrubbed my skin raw until I no longer smelled blood on it. The stained clothes were gone, replaced by fresh ones, but the feeling of being unclean clung to me like a shroud.
I moved around the estate cautiously. I went to the infirmary to check on the injured men, and then I saw to it that a feast was thrown for everyone, then I made made arrangements to compensate the families of the men we'd lost.
Elias was there, always there. He didn't say anything, but I felt his eyes on me, he was watching me carefully, it was almost as though he knew I was on edge, I was unraveling.
Yesterday's attack hadn't just been physical, it was a poison seeping into every crack. It got into my head and messed with it; I was still anxious and more paranoid than ever.
