Round 140

Seraphine's keen eyes narrow as she glares at Jeane. "You have some nerve," she spits out, her voice barely above a whisper but sharp as a blade. "First you nearly get me killed, then—"

Jeane crosses her arms, her expression unapologetic despite the dust settling around them both. "Results matter more than methods right now," she says coolly. "We got Merrin stable. That's what counts."