Arrow Lake Laam

The smile he showed was rough, crooked and somewhat wistful. Cad’s heart was heavy, thinking of the number of good men who had been brutalized by the experience of war. It did not seem fair that they should carry the pains of those battles. Even worse, Reyson bore the marks of his conflict on his flesh.

Oh, that he could heal such wounds. Cad felt inadequate, knowing that this man might still suffer from the service he had given.

His only goal was to live a life of peace.

Moss eyes diverted from the other man. Cad did not wish to show his sadness to Reyson. He felt that it might be inappropriate, that the soldier had already experienced enough sympathy in his lifetime. Pity would not tend to his hurt.

I meant do you have dreams about your battles? Nightmares…