Sawtooth Spire unordentlich

His words had tears pooling in her own eyes, and she was shaking her head furiously. Don't say that, she told him. She was unable to hold her own tears back as she saw his lip tremble, and they fell quickly down her cheeks. Your life is worth far more than mine. How could he think otherwise? He was the only child she had left; she would search for the other three for as long as she drew breath but after all this time, it was hard to constantly ignore the possibility that they were no longer alive. So for Stag to throw those words around as if his life meant nothing—it just wasn't true. 

She didn't immediately look to Mahler when Stag turned to speak to him; she was trying compose herself and stop the tears still glistening in her eyes. She drew in a deep breath and finally turned to add: I just need to rest; anywhere is fine. Even here was fine. She wasn't sure how much longer she could stay awake; she was feeling overwhelmed and exhausted both physically and emotionally after the journey here and reuniting with Stag.