"I came here to find my father's body," Isma spat, rounding on Gelvin. "I will not leave until I do so."
She swept out of the room, uncertain and uncaring as to whether the rebel was following. The small box was still clutched in her left hand; if there were any chance that it were her mother's jewelery inside, Isma didn't dare leave it behind.
She moved down the corridor as quietly as possible, trying to peer inside the open doorway at the end of the hall without being seen or heard.