Swiftcurrent Creek But there may be words I can't comprehend all alone

The quiet tool had kept to herself for the most part, finding Constantine's job of being a father and a leader too important to begin bothering him with her progress. Instead, she passed the time thinking about the many acts of kindness that had been shown to her. She had never lived such a peaceful existence before. It was unfamiliar, but not unwanted... That did not keep her from wishing her true commander had been able to join her on her journey to redemption.

Still, the emotions kept under lock and key deep inside her heart had yet to emerge and sprout on her face. Smiling felt so foreign, even when forced, and it simply didn't happen all by itself... She wondered how others had learned to smile. Was it something natural that she simply hadn't gotten from birth? Had it been forced out of her? She reasoned they had wanted to do that with every child in training for the war, and she had simply let them do it, and that was why she had become such a successful warrior... Had she ever wanted to be? Well, yes, for William.