Hushed Willows My girl don't want me cause of my dirty laundry

Okay.
His intuition told him that it was not. It was as if he could feel it, feel her cave in on herself before him; but what was there to do? Was he meant to sacrifice himself, his wellbeing, for the sake of her own? Was he meant to let her fall into deathtraps and pull her from their grasp without so much as a complaint?
What did she expect of him?
And for the first time, he asks himself; what really happened with Lestan?
He says nothing else. He merely engulfs her in the stretch of his embrace and settles back down in the hope of sleep finding them once more.