Cornelia stepped over Sevette's motionless body without hesitation. Her boots brushed against the dried streaks of blood on the stone floor as if they were nothing more than dust.
"Hmm? I'm sure it's around her."
She said, the she crouched briefly, not out of concern, but with the calm precision of someone retrieving something that had always belonged to her.
"Where could it be?"
Her fingers moved with practiced ease, slipping beneath Sevette's torn cloak, past the hidden inner pocket sewn close to the ribs.
"Ah!"
There it was. Cold metal, heavy with authority and consequence.
"There you go."
The military token.
She pulled it free and stood upright, the red emblem catching the dim torchlight for just a moment before she closed her hand around it.
There was no triumph on her face, only certainty. This was the end of an argument that had gone on for too long.
"Come," she said flatly.
"Let's go to the meeting Hall!"
