Sophie had buried her head again at being called crazy, her sobs nothing especially loud by the time the guard went to sleep again.

Her gasp of shock, later as the guard gurgles his last, is a bit louder, and once more she's quiet when Orian speaks. Until:

"I guess you wouldn't trust me, no body seems to now. But you're right; I don't want to be hanged for what I did! Which.. um.. I did do. But utterly thrashing people I suppose would come in handy in this situation, even if it violates most of the doctor's oaths I strove for before I picked up that accursed sword..." she sighs, her hair in disarray about her face. She certainly seems earnest.

"...yes Aquilonia, I know that the town deserved something for what happened to Acheron, but not that! Now is not the time to be bringing that up, can't you see?!"

...mostly.