Broken Boulder now i'm feeling things, so be sure

She nods at his question, head down so that he may be spared by the crushing pain of remembering them that crosses her face.

Liri may someday have another mate, a better one than Remo and one who wouldn't leave her like Samuel. Maybe even Kavik. Maybe she , they, would have children in the future. But this doesn't dull the grief of losing her first two. 

"I lost my daughter first. I escaped when Kelina was gone. But I wasn't doing so good. I miscarried when I was travelling through the mountains." Her voice, soft as a kiss, is trembling.

She doesn't picture her daughter as she was, the tiny bloody thing left on the mountain side. She wonders if her daughter might have looked like her. For a moment, the northron can picture a small white pup with lavender eyes, the daughter she would have named Isira after her grandmother,  and her heart breaks all over again. 

"I lost Pip at Morningside, after he was born." Her tiny son, just born. She can remember the excruciating few hours with him, doing everything she could. She had watched the life leave him slowly, unable to help. It was one of her greatest shames as a healer that she could not save him. 

Liri leans into his touch though she's so drained that she hardly notices. It comforts her and reminds the pallid girl that life is still worth living. 

"I didn't see her again after I escaped. I hope she's far from here. I hope she's dead," the last is a whisper that falls from her lips. She feels as if this is wrong, as if she should not wish harm on anyone. 

But then, these are the words of a girl the world has always wished harm on.