Violet took his hand and stepped down from the carriage. The crowd saw her and made the sound crowds always made when they saw her.
Deep, involuntary and collective exhale of people.
But the tone subsided when Ymir stepped down. It was more of a disappointing 'Oh,' rather than the cheerful and reverent 'ohh' of the saintess.
The village elder who stood in front of the crowd bowed, and all of the people followed.
Ymir stood where he was. He looked at the graves, who had dismounted and positioned himself at a distance from the covenant contingent.
"Honestly, this town looks pretty good for an unstable rift's aftermath." Ymir whispered.
"It's a relief everyone survived," Violet replied.
The covenant's attendants moved without asking anyone about the directions; it seems they had a floor plan ready.
