Sleeping Dragon death by numbers

Her face grew ghastly as she realized just what she had done. Would she be killed? Probably. She gulped at the thought, coiling herself into a tight ball upon the ground in an attempt to fend off the ideas that came to her. It was in this state that she did not realize the approach and departure of the other two leaders and it was only as she was called that she lifted her head.

She picked herself up apprehensively and carried herself over towards the gathered trio. Once she was before them, she looked to each of them with a hollowed expression and a certain pitiful state about her composure. She was not the strong child that she had grown to become, she was but a shadow of her former self in the wake of her admittance and realization.