The moment the assassins left, Hera felt her strength drain from her body, nearly collapsing into her wheelchair. She'd be lying if she said she wasn't shaken. Everything she'd done earlier had been a response to the moment, improvising under pressure, making split-second decisions that fit the situation.
She had simply followed her instincts, even if the plan seemed reckless and difficult to execute. But really, what choice did she have? If she hadn't acted, she'd be dead by now, and worse, she might've dragged Xavier and Alexandre down with her.
"Are you alright?" Xavier rushed to Hera's side, his voice laced with concern. She looked so pale that it made his heart clench with worry.
