Akara was pleased with the out come of the fight. Her king was still alive and though his loyalties would always be divided between here and albion she was coming to terms with that. She'd always been loyal to her king but it it had come down between her home and him she would have been just as torn and that realization helped her feel sympathetic towards his position and kept her firmly by his side.<br/><br/>She sat in the chamber of the elders with her back strait and her shoulders thrown back. She was back in her regular attire the layers of gauzy fabric layered over her body the Booladeveer set hidden beneath laying against her bare skin save for the swords that were belted around her waist clearly visible to all. She sat there with ease though she was more then a bit stressed, curious on how serious her king would be in his pursuit of using Dragon power to win back albion from Logan. She hoped it wouldn't be much but he was holding so much anger it was hard to tell what he was going to do.