Northstar Vale loom

I know, my love.

Arsenio held her to him, as close as she would allow. He preened at the fur near her ears, carefully pushing his nose into the downy fluff of sandy fur. Tamar did not deserve to carry the burden of that decision. It had been Arsenio that had agreed to trade the girl for her freedom. It had been Arsenio who had agreed and had helped facilitate the exchange. Now, his wife was forced to address the horrible details with their daughter.

I do not regret it. There was a small pause. But do you wish that I had not done it?