Sadina drinks her alcohol while muttering something that sounds like regret.
This appearance is… even if I’m wrong, it doesn’t seem like a prank.
Putting the helplessly drunk Raphtalia to sleep in a plain bed, Sadina continues talking.
If it’s a serious talk, then there’s no reason to handle it cruelly.
I’ll hear you out sincerely.
“...But when I finally managed to return a few days later, there was no one left in the village.” (Sadina)