"Is he okay now?" Outside one of the rooms, the blond elf asked the violette as she held a tray of cotton pads and cold water.
Eleanor shook her head with a sigh, "James is beyond terrified. He is...barely holding himself together after what he faced." Eleanor uttered with evident weariness on her face.
"I can understand his situation given he faced the God of Death-"
"No, James isn't horrified because of him," Eleanor's words made Tia frown as the elf wordlessly urged the former to continue.
Looking at nothing constant, Eleanor added, "He was .....petrified by Richard's presence. Amidst the ongoing battle, Richard summoned two sentinel weapons that bowed to his command and held enough chaos to make James kneel before him."