Barrow Fields who is doing you wrong?

Her words cut deeper than any wound. He felt them wiggle their way into his chest, into his belly, and they sat there. Abandoned. It was calm, the hate didn't radiate from the harlot but instead, there was an air of callousness about it. The paladin fought to keep her gaze, despite how much he wanted to look away and avert his own remaining eye from the thing that felt like hurt - the hurt he must have caused them. But he didn't, his gaze remained steady despite his own wishes knowing very damn well she deserved all his attention right now. 

I was supposed to be back long ago. Was that even close to being good enough? It left a bitter taste on his own tongue to speak it. For so long he patrolled their borders, kept his place, listened and fought - and then when they needed him most, he wasn't there. She wanted to find her family... and I wanted more time. More time with his new wife before she ventured away. 

It was much longer than anticipated. He scanned her body, looking out for any possible injuries the ursine may have left if there was indeed such an attack.