Adala hadn't known what to expect after the events of last night. She still couldn't entirely believe that she'd taken a stand against her father in the middle of the trial that would reshape the march for generations to come.
Afterward, Isabell had asked her to stay close to the Blackwell knights, and Sir Elgon Prowell had been a perfect gentleman as he escorted her back to the chambers where the Blackwell knights had stayed just down the hall from Lady Jocelynn's chambers.
"Courage in a crisis is an amazing thing," Sir Elgon said as he cleared one of the two bedchambers so she could have a space to herself. "But if your legs go to jelly afterward, or your stomach rolls like a dinghy in a storm, just know that that's normal even for men like me."
"Thank you, Sir Elgon," Adala said as politely as she could manage. "If I have any trouble…"
