Redhawk Caldera Handle With Care

"I don't think that..." love should be about suffering - Dwin wanted to say, but kept it to herself. There and then she realized for the first time that the way people understood love differed from person to person. It was like people sitting at a card-game table. Some played with high stakes they gave it all and either got more than most or lost everything horribly. Then there were the cautious ones, who chose their moves carefully and who dabbled here and there, but always kept the balance. Dwin did not want to end up like Teya. Despite her saying that all of it had been worth it, that she would do it again, Dwin did not feel convinced. Inner-Dwinness to her was more important than having it shaken and torn down to the foundations. 

"Will you be okay over time?" she asked next, sounding probably inconsiderate a bit, since the wounds were still fresh. "What I mean... if you need company or someone to talk to... or simply stay in silence - I am here. It... I cannot offer you much useful help, but I can help nonetheless," she rambled, but the intent was there. Teya should not face this alone. No one should.