Dragoncrest Cliffs Where we break when our hearts are strong enough

Easy rather thought that Heda had bigger problems than Ephraim, but it seemed rude to say so - even if she thought it might help for him to put it into that perspective. It seemed equally rude to tell him the truth of the matter: that he was young, that he should never have been put into that position, that it was no surprise the pressure had gotten to him.

"You just need practice," she said, trying to help him think pragmatically about this. "Have you been in a fight like that before? Because you were at least as much help as I was, up until..." Well, no need to get into that. Instead, she shut her mouth and ruminated on his question, taking it to mean that he was frightened - but more of doing the same thing again than of the wolves they'd fended off. If they did come back, Easy hoped Ephraim would have the good sense to keep his distance, but since she doubted that would happen, she once more insisted, "Practice makes perfect. Do you know what exactly triggered all that? Was it a certain sound or smell, or was it just the chaos or the fear...?"