Can you save me?
A logical question to ask for a sixteen year old. Not a goddess, nor a witch, but a young woman.
"Save you? Why should we?" But Bella did not seem to care about that.
Whether Loptr was a helpless young woman, a goddess, or a witch... she cared less about it. What mattered to her was value. What value did she have? What use was she to her, to her family, to the Gray House?
"You've already done so once, why stop there..?" Loptr did not back down and responded.
She saved her this time, so the people of Alfheim will probably target her whether she stops or continues. So why stop? She inquired.
"I can leave here without so much as a single scar. And even if I cannot, Dami– my younger brother, will be able to come rescue me. But that can't be said for you, your highness." Bella retorted as such.
She did as she pleased, because she was powerful. And even if she was proven wrong, her brother was plenty more powerful.