Swiftcurrent Creek let the water wash away your sins

Beneath the mass of strength was kindness.

Jakoul latched onto it with a fevered mind. A soft crooning sound escaped her. A grateful noise given to the large man.

Without second though, she crumbled down onto the earth. The very vision of submission and exhaustion. Her leg was an old wound, unable to be fixed. However it had not been a lie to ask for help, to seek a safe space to rest.