Swiftcurrent Creek My weakness is I care too much

tired, horrendously so, and now stepping back in the middle of a conflict. silvertongue did not remember her training here; she thought herself unlikely to be of assistance in a fight. weaving on three legs, she cleared her throat neverthless and smiled warmly at the great mountain of a man. "anything i can do here, please, tell me. i will start today," she offered in earnest, exchanging a look with akavir. would he go? certainly he would feel compelled; that was his role. but she — oh! she did not want him to leave her.