Felixa sank into the couch. She would have pulled her boots off first, but her fingers still felt a little shaky. It was the only reason the witch didn't curl up, tucking her feet beneath her while Marek went to the kitchen. Instead, Lili felt...exhausted. Her body was sore from the fight, though it hadn't hurt her terribly. The knife Marek had made for her had helped with that. But her heart and head felt heavy, felt the weight of it.
But when she closed her eyes, Felixa saw it again and heard that voice speaking the sickening truth. Her eyes opened, and she brought a hand up to her mouth. No, not literally then. She was feeling a bit better, as far as that was concerned. But as unpleasant as it was, Felixa could handle vomiting, if that were all it were.
Taking the water, she sipped a small bit of it, trying to wash out the bad taste that remained. Then she began to swallow more. Felixa didn't look away, didn't let herself, but instead met his face. "Yes," she replied simply to the first question. Her eyes didn't turn back to Giustizia at the second. "I carried out justice," Felixa answered, but then no, she wasn't going to mince words or speak about it cleanly. It wasn't clean. "I kill a man," she clarified.