Whitefish River And you better start swimmin' or you'll sink like a stone

If only Aurëwen knew of Speedy's own self-hatred, perhaps she would feel differently. Everyone had their own problems, right? She struggled in her own ways, even if it might appear on the outside that she had no worries; that was just how she was. She tried to put on a brave face even though she feared everyday for hers and her children's safety.

Soft steps made her open her eyes, and she glanced up at the other woman, greeting her with a smile. I'm okay, she answered, a little concerned, as she always was, with the other mother's dejected state. How are you doing with all of this? She asked gently, rising to a sitting position. I hope you're not blaming yourself for what happened to Dragomir because it's neither yours nor Verx's fault. Was that why she seemed to be struggling so much? The healer knew how guilt twisted everything up inside, and she hoped Aurëwen would at least talk to her about it.